Chattered confessions

The morning was so bright. Aurora had already bathed but now didn’t want to leave her room. It had been three days since she last spoke to Damien. After he asked her to leave that evening, he hadn’t looked at her or spoken to her—not that he did much before—but after the heated moment in the car that night, she thought they were supposed to be closer. Her heart raced whenever she thought of him, and she feared his rejection after that evening, so she stopped checking up on him.

“Madam,” Stella called, catching Aurora’s attention.

“You haven’t been yourself since the evening the boss asked you to leave his study,” she said, causing Aurora to sigh.

“I told you, I understand he didn’t want to be disturbed, so I thought I should give him space,” she explained, as Stella sat beside her.

“That’s what you say, but that’s not what your face is saying. I know you’re in love with him. You should understand he’s not like other men. He hardly shows affection, but I’m sure he’s fallen in l