CHAPTER 4

Oliver stares at her beautiful oval shaped face as she sleeps peacefully and traces his finger down her face. Sadness overwhelms him.

I'm such a jerk!! He whispers to himself. He taps her, she opens her eyes, which look so beautiful and he curses himself more. He gets up, picks up his trousers and shirt.

Ollie? What's up? She sits up and stares at him, confusion in her eyes.

Get dressed Flora, I can't talk to you if you are like that! He turns away from her piercing glare. She gets up and picks up her dress and runs her hand through her ruffled hair.

I'm dressed! She smiles at him expectantly.

When he doesn't say anything she says sweetly

"I'm famished, do you want me to set a plate for you? "

No!! He yells at her. Making her jump.

Oliver? Are you alright? She peers into his face.

No I'm not, he sighs.

I'm sorry for yelling. He looks at her with sad eyes.

No, it's okay! Besides I have lost my appetite already. She sighs.