72 Getting Used to Me?

Lina woke the next day to the bright Eastern sun pooling it's light in the large room.

White Egyptian cotton sheets dressed the beds and sheer white silk drapes covered the large windows.

Dark, almost black tiles covered the floors and the modern chocolate wooden furniture proved a great contrast to the previously decorative style of Rome.

Arabic calligraphy adorned hanging canvases around the room and a huge lit up mirror hung opposite to Lina's bed.

She had crashed last night, both she and Julie were worn out from travelling and Lina had fallen asleep without even taking in the room properly.

There was no balcony in the tall tower, just windows that overlooked the man-made lakes and dancing fountains that never paused.

A knock on a door made Lina sit upright in bed.

She walked towards the door seemingly confused, but Will's beautiful smile greeted her confused expression.

"Good morning," he said casually entering the room and walking around.