Chapter 118 He's Yours, Alexia

• As soon as the servants took our bags, Andrew and I went upstairs to Alpemburg Castle. We would occupy what would now be “our” room. It had been two perfect days. Too bad they ended. But the good thing is that nothing was eternal: not even bad things could be.
• We walked up the stairs hugging each other. It was as if we were never going to be apart again.
• The maid took us to the room we were to occupy. And I hadn't even chosen. Surely my mother had taken care of everything. Or not... Because she was going up with my father carrying a small suitcase in her hand, which she used to take when she took fast flights.