Dreams

"Ma'am, please come with me to the bedroom. Sir has asked us to help you settle down before lunch."

I tore my gaze away from the path where Florian had taken away from me and turned to the woman. She was young, probably around my age, and dressed in a very neat maid's uniform.

I forced a small smile, then nodded. "Thank you."

She smiled, then gestured with her hand towards the stairs. I took the path she directed me to, while she fell into step next to me, her fingers elegantly clasped in front of her.

I looked around the house, as last night was a complete haze, and I could barely even remember that wr had climbed a stair case. There were dark pieces of art around the house and one on the wall at the very top of the stairs.

It was a close-up of a hand. My brows furrowed. Those rings looked like Florian's, and the longer I looked at the painting, the more I saw.

I could see the rest from what could have been there, and his fingers seemed to be wrapped around a... chin?

I could see the