FIFTY-THREE

Regan was taken aback by the kind of chaos he walked into when he returned to the chamber. There were maids running up and down, left and right carrying dresses and footwears .

"What in the world?"

He hissed, successfully avoided crashing into one maid who carried a hideous gown out of the dressing room.

"Iris..what is going on here?"

He demanded when he spotted his wife few feets away. She turned towards his voice, nearly knocking down the vanity table before her.

"Rey! You're back early..."

She said in surprise and he cocked his head to the side. Was he suppose to stay longer?

"What's all this?"

He gestured around him. The entire room had come to a halt as his wife approached him. Everyone stared as if he was going to snap anytime soon.

Hell he was so close to doing that. He hated a bunch of lousy maids invading his personal space and until he go married, no maid was allowed around his chamber except the ones who came to tidy up and made his food.