Dark-colored suits with blazers hanging in one line on the front glass frame. And on her right, there were T-shirts and sweatpants. A cabinet just underneath. The sparkling blinding lights enhanced the view.
Amara swallowed hard when her eyes gifted to the left side. A huge glass panel was fixated on the left wall, with different colouredfemale clothes— no— they were not clothesbut different coloured night dresses almost similar to the one she was wearing right now.
She thought…this room was a guest room. Kaelith wouldn’t let her stay in his room, right? If she slept here last night, then where did he sleep? Her worried brows thinned as she unconsciously nibbled on her lips.
But why did he bring only these types of dresses for her, she didn’t even like how revealing they were and how little they covered.
The wet rims of the lingerie scrapped with her thighs. She looked down and wondered. But he wouldn’ t mind if she borrowed a pair of his sweats and T-shirt, right? Amarawondered and walked to her right where his T-shirts were. She noticed how minimal his closet was. Only the same colours or colours with the same shades as grey and white along with black were there.
She was about to open the glass door when she noticed it was locked. Growing she tried with much more strength but it hardly budged. She went to the section with his suits and found the same thing. The doors were locked.
Did he lock it on purpose? She thought and with no choice, she moved to the left where the lingerie were placed. Strangely and to her surprise, the door opened easily. Startled she looked between the locked door and the unlocked one.
He did it on purpose. Her nose scrunched and a small pout rested on her lips as she assessed the clothes. While all of them barely reached her mid-thigh, some were even worse only with thin straps as tops that only could cover her nipples.
Amara blushed rummaging through the hangers. He didn’t bring them for her, right? He knew she liked to dress more conservatively. Then why did he bring them for her?
Maybe they were not for you.
Her subconsciousness mocked. Amara stilled. Her hands stopped. Maybe they were for someone else? She felt a subtle twinge in her chest, a restlessness that was accompanied by an ache as she imagined Kaelith with a woman in this room, and the woman wearing one of this lingerie.
The non-existent scenario stirred something inside her. Why was she even feeling this way, it wasn’t like she loved him or he loved her. He’d find a woman for himself; someone that’s not her.
Amara's fingers tightened around the delicate lace as she imagined another woman wearing it. Unconsciously, she scanned the room, her eyes lingering on each piece of lingerie with a mixture of curiosity and unease.
Suppressing the surge of unknown emotions, she forced herself to grab the first dress she landed her hands in, but her gaze betrayed the flicker of discontent as she imagined Kaelith touching another woman.
Amara shook her head shaking away the feelings. Maybe she was getting too much into this, that’ swasbecauseshehadbeeninthisroomformorethantwodays.Sheneededtogetoutand clear her head.
She lowered her gaze to the cloth in her fist. It was a baby pink night dress.
Sighing she quickly changed into it. Grabbing the wet lingerie, she dumped it into the laundry basket in the corner of the closet.
Combing her hair, she let them down. She fully expected Kaelith not to come. Even if he’d come, she would slip under the sheets to hide herself. And when Martha would come, she’d ask her for more decent clothes.
Amara paced around the room in slow steps, tracing everything with her fingers. It was the first time she was in his room. It seemed so much like Kaelith—dark, minimal and alluring.
She walked to the windows and pulled the curtains to the side before opening the window. She shuddered at the gush of wind. But that hardly mattered when her eyes landed on the garden at the backside. So large and as magnetic as she remembered. This time the plants she planted with Martha were now flowering.
What caught her sight was the large peony garden. Looking at them calmed her somehow. Amara smiled unconsciously.
How beautiful they were. So magical and carefree. Flowing with the wind.
CHAPTER 44
The door knob twisted and the sound had Amara turn around. She watched as Martha entered. A small smile resting on her lips. Amara smiled back.“Good morning. How are you?”
“That should be my line.” Martha rolled her eyes and Amara giggled like a child as she helped Martha placing the tray of food on the bedside table.“Here, eat your breakfast. I’ll bring your medicines.”
MarthasaidandAmaranoddedlikeanobedientchild.Marthasmiledandwalkedtothedoor.
Amara’s stomach growled at the sight of food as she dipped the spoon into the warm soup and was about to scoop up the rest when she heard it.
The familiar click of the lock. Frowning she looked at the closed door for a moment. Did she lock it?
Something panic swept through her as she confusedly moved the tray aside and moved towards the door, hoping it might be all her paranoia. Martha wouldn’t lock the door.
But when she grabbed the knob and twisted it, her frown deepened.
