Fate's Dance

fresh clothes Mrs. Donaldson, the head house mistress, had brought her. She th

er anticipation turned into dismay when she discovered that the shower wasn't working. She frowned, trying the knob

run so she assumed she could quickly shower without him noticing. After all, it was just a matter of using th

sed and stepped into the shower, luxuriating in the warm water cascading over her. Just as

for a towel, only to realize too late that she hadn't grabbed one beforehand. Before she could r

ively covered herself with her hands. Damion's apology was swift as

of Sophia, naked and wet, was seared into his mind. He cursed himself for his carelessness and felt a su

to steady her nerves. She felt mortified by the encounter but couldn't deny

out into the hallway, relieved to find it empty. Quickly, she made her

w he perceived her now—whether he saw her as an intruder or something more. Despite her embarr

ompose herself before heading towards the dining room, where Damion was already seated a

n greeted her, his vo

posite him. She avoided his gaze, her mind racing wi

on when she thought he wasn't looking, noticing the way his jaw tensed slightly as he

ing the silence. “I'm sorry about earlier,” he be

. “It's okay,” she replied softly, meet

om needed fixing, I hardly have guests,”

nce

again about your grandpa,” Sophia

sound of Damion's phone ringing. He glanced

lf to take the

Despite the awkwardness, a part of her couldn't deny the pull she felt towards

their unexpected encounter had shifted something between them. She wondered what wou

s demeanor had shifted; the warmth from earlier had

asked tentatively, noticing

ied curtly, avoiding eye contact. "I hav

hoped their awkward encounter might lead to a more open

. "Well, thank you for l

hardening. "It's no problem. Mrs. Donald

s departure lingered, making her wonder if the connection she had felt was one-sided. She sighed