Chapter 165 The Lunettes

• NARINE
• The room was quiet again, eerily so. The lingering scent of laughter and liquor had faded, replaced by the soothing hush of night. The girls had cleaned up. Empty bottles were gone, crumbs wiped, and wrappers stuffed into a bin that hadn’t been there before. Even the pillows were fluffed like they’d never wailed and wept into them over my life minutes ago.
• I padded barefoot across the floor, towel-drying the ends of my hair. My skin still tingled from the hot shower, and my heart hadn't quite caught up with the reality of the night, that I was his, truly his, and come morning, I’d be the queen.