“My lady, how was your nigh…” Annie faltered, walking in to meet a sulking Mel.
“Horrible!” Mel snapped, flinging her arms up and dropping them with a slap at her thighs. “Just horrible.”
Annie paled, dreading the worst. She looked around the room, from the rumpled bed to her lady’s unruly appearance. What had gone wrong?
“Mel—”
“Where is he?” Mel marched towards Annie. “I want to speak with him.”
Annie stood, dumbfounded. She didn’t know what to make of this as she noticed the hurt expression on Mel’s face shift to fury.
“He didn’t do anything! He didn’t touch me. He wasn’t even here!” Mel grabbed her head.