We arrived from Paris on Monday. I wanted to go home straight but Damien said to take a few days to calm myself down. He was right. If I have to see my dad in this rage, I'll probably hate myself later on.
A knock on my bedroom door startled me. I covered myself up with the blanket.
"Come in"
The door cracked opened revealing Mrs Rose. The house help. Damien had left for work. I guess we're back to this. I'll hardly see him now. As much as my time in Paris wasn't pleasant, it brought me closer to Damien and I couldn't be anymore happier.
"Good morning madam" Rose stood by my side with a smile plastered on her face.
"Rose. How was your weekend?"
"I should ask you that ma'am" she dropped a basket of clean bedsheets. "Mr Forrest said to change the sheets"
I groaned inwardly. Damien didn't have to do that. Since we got married, I've been changing the sheets. Even if he doesn't know that. Rose can't do everything, she needs a break.
"Drop it off. I'll do it"
"Mr Forrest..."