It seemed the hustle and bustle of the city never stopped - come day or night, it subsided not even for a second - it never slept. This small apartment she now inhabited was a far cry from the vast luxury of her father's stately home, but over time, she had adjusted well to her new setting.
Or perhaps it would be better to say the setting had been adjusted to her.
The cold white walls now glowed in soft pastel pinks under the sun's setting light, casting their warmth into the room around her and illuminating the gold-rimmed furniture she so adored. Roses were everything and everywhere: embroidered onto her 4-piece suit, sat in elegant vases, tucked in amongst the fairy lights and scattered about elsewhere in her quaint London home.
Soft auburn curls fell about her fair, freckled face as dainty hands set about the final touches for the evening: just a touch of lipstick and a quick flick of the mascara wand, being careful not to catch her fringe with it. Most people she knew would probably put a little more effort into their appearance when visiting their newfound lovers, but when it came to Gray, there was really no need.Β It wasn't as if they were likely to be leaving his apartment.Β
She doubted that they'd even leave his bed.
