Turning to her side, Mila moved her lashes when the ray of sun flashed on her face. The morning sun was just way too bright, piercing through and casting a shadow on Mila's face.
Mila sat up on the bed and folded her legs, a smile on her lips because she felt really good and better. And she had a nice dream of—
Last night flashed in Mila's mind, and her smile seeped away. She looked down at her breasts, and the leftover blush from the previous day dawned on her cheeks.
"Madam?"
Mila turned to look at the door. She couldn't control her emotions, but she knew she needed to let the servants in.
"I— I'm coming." Mila rushed inside the bathroom and quickly washed her face. She didn't want anything to give her away and make the maids suspect something had happened between her and Zyran.
After washing her face, Mila stared at her reflection again. It was better but...not her neck!
