Butler Halley maintained an unreadable expression, but a flicker of surprise betrayed his usual composure, revealing that even he had not anticipated Alaric's order.
"Yes, Mr. Lumin," Butler Halley replied, his tone measured and respectful.
Alaric turned and strode away, his footsteps echoing as he ascended the stairs, disappearing from view. Luzella watched him go, her eyes lingering on the empty space he'd left, a mix of emotions swirling within her.
Luzella's mind reeled in confusion, a whirlwind of questions swirling in her head. Who was that man? Why did she have to obey him? What did he want from her? Frustration and fear bubbled up, threatening to spill over into tears or screams. She felt trapped and helpless, her usual peaceful life turned upside down. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to make sense of it all, her voice silenced by the oppressive atmosphere that had settled around her.
Butler Halley's voice broke the silence, "Miss, Mr. Lumin requested that you make the call to the orphanage. Perhaps you could do that now?" His words brought Luzella back to the task at hand, a reminder of the obligations that lay ahead.
Luzella deliberated for a while, weighing the option of revealing the truth or hiding it from the orphanage. With a sense of resolve, she picked up the phone and dialed the number. Her hands moved deliberately as she spoke to Mother Lucy in a measured tone. "Hello, Mother Lucy...it's Luzella. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be staying at someone's place for a while longer. Yes, everything is fine...I just need to take care of some things...I'll be in touch soon." She chose to conceal the truth, hiding the reality of her situation from the orphanage. Luzella didn't want to burden the orphanage with her problems, feeling that she had brought this upon herself by choosing to come with him. The grandeur of the mansion was a constant reminder of his power, and she felt intimidated. She rationalized that it was her problem to solve, and she would find a way to deal with it. With a mix of resignation and guilt, Luzella ended the call, the weight of her secrets settling in.
Luzella stood frozen in place, her head bowed, her eyes fixed on the floor. The weight of her uncertainty and fear seemed to anchor her to the spot, making it hard to move or think clearly. Butler Halley's presence seemed to fade into the background as she struggled to come to terms with her new reality.
(As Luzella's voice carried through the phone, Butler Halley's ears caught the faint sound of her introduction, her name slipping out in the conversation and he processed the information.)
Butler Halley's soft voice cut through the silence, "Miss Luzella, perhaps you would like to retire to your room? You must be tired." His gentle tone brought Luzella back to her reality, and she realized that this mansion, with its grandeur and luxury, was to be her new home, at least for the time being. She nodded quietly in response, acknowledging the butler's suggestion. The butler's words served as a stark reminder of her new circumstances, and Luzella's gaze drifted around the opulent space, her mind slowly accepting the reality of her new life within these walls.
As Butler Halley led Luzella to her assigned room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The door swung open, revealing a majestic bedroom that seemed fit for royalty. The walls were adorned with rich, velvety blue wallpaper, and the floor was covered in plush, cream-colored carpeting. A stunning four-poster bed stood at the center of the room, its frame carved from dark, polished wood and draped with luxurious silk drapes in a matching blue hue.
The room was tastefully furnished with elegant pieces, including a comfortable-looking armchair and a stylish dresser. Large windows allowed natural light to pour in, illuminating the space and casting a warm glow over the opulent decor. Luzella's eyes widened as she took in the grandeur of her new surroundings, feeling a mix of awe and shiver. Butler Halley stood discreetly to the side, allowing her to absorb the beauty of the room. "This will be your room, Miss Luzella. If you require anything, please do not hesitate to ask."
Luzella nodded her head in appreciation, and Butler Halley bowed slightly before exiting the room. "I'll see dinner preparations, Miss Luzella. It will be served shortly. In the meantime, please make yourself at home." With a soft click of the door, he left her alone in the opulent bedroom, the silence enveloping her as she took a deep breath, her mind still reeling from the sudden change in her circumstances.
As Luzella resigned herself to her fate, she felt an overwhelming urge to take a shower. However, her enthusiasm was short-lived, as she suddenly realized she had no clothes to change into afterward. The thought of asking Butler Halley about her attire made her feel awkward, and she hesitated, unsure of how to approach the topic.
Luzella stepped out of her room, pacing back and forth in the hallway as she contemplated how to approach Butler Halley about her clothing dilemma. Just as she was deep in contemplation, she heard the sound of a door opening with a soft click from the room adjacent to hers. She looked up to see Alaric emerging from his room, their eyes meeting briefly as he stepped out into the hallway.
Alaric's eyes narrowed slightly and he wondered what Luzella was doing in front of her room. As he made his way towards her, Luzella's eyes widened in a mix of surprise and worry, her heart racing slightly as she realized she had been caught off guard by his sudden appearance. She froze, unsure of how to react as Alaric approached her with a questioning gaze.
Luzella's words tumbled out in a nervous jumble "I... I... I actually..." Her eyes darted about, her mind racing to find the right words. As Alaric's expectant gaze lingered, her cheeks flushed, and she felt her embarrassment grow.
Alaric's sharp "What?" cut through Luzella's stammering, his tone brief and expectant, prompting her to gather her thoughts and blurt out an explanation.
Luzella's words were a hesitant confession, barely audible, as Luzella's voice dropped to a whisper, "I actually don't have any clothes to change." The admission hung in the air, laced with a hint of vulnerability.
Alaric's gaze lingered on Luzella for a moment before he stepped forward, his movements decisive as he pushed open the doors to her room. He took her hand in his, his fingers wrapping around hers, and led her inside. With a gentle yet firm pull, he drew her toward the walk-in closet, its doors swinging open to reveal a treasure trove of clothes. Racks of gowns, dresses, tops, and trousers, everything related to female clothes stretched out before them, a dazzling array of colors and textures that seemed to overflow with options.
"All of these are in your size," Alaric said, his gesture encompassing the entire closet as he indicated the array of clothes, "you can wear whatever you like." His words were straightforward, without any fuss.
Luzella's eyes widened with surprise as she took in the array of clothes, her mind racing "Oh my goodness, this many?" she said, her voice laced with a mix of astonishment and hesitation. "I don't need all this," she added, her tone suggesting she was both flattered and overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of outfits.
"You're not wearing it all at once," Alaric said with a hint of practicality. "Choose what you like and wear whatever's comfortable. If you need anything, just ask Halley or Mia, they'll take care of it."
A hint of curiosity crept into her voice as Luzella asked, "How do you know my clothes size?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze piercing as she awaited an explanation.
Alaric's eyes locked onto hers as he took a step closer, Luzella instinctively stepping backward until her back hit the wall. He placed a hand on either side of her head, his movements deliberate, effectively trapping her. The air seemed to thicken as they stood frozen, the tension palpable.
Alaric leaned in and his breath danced against her ear as he whispered, "Well, I have two eyes that could estimate your body measurements perfectly. If you have doubts that I arranged these clothes fitting wrongly, why don't I tell you what my eyes observed you?" His voice was low and husky, and unnervingly intimate, sending shivers down her spine. "Want the details?" He murmured with a gentle taunt. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Luzella's skin prickled as his warm breath danced against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine that seemed to resonate deep within her. His words painted a picture that left her cheeks burning with a deep flush, as if the very thought of him noticing her so intimately had ignited a fire within. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air, or maybe it's his natural body scent. Its familiar, masculine aroma strangely comforting to her, like a whispered promise of protection and closeness. As she inhaled, the fragrance mingled with the warmth of his presence, making her heart beat in a rhythm that seemed almost synchronized with his. The world around her melted away, leaving only the pounding of her heartbeat and the gentle caress of his breath on her skin.
She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the scent, as if she'd known it her whole life, yet her mind refused to pinpoint exactly why. The fragrance seemed to stir a deep memory, one that lingered just out of reach. Without thinking, she closed the small gap between them, her body leaning into the warmth of his chest as she inhaled deeply. The scent wrapped around her, and she felt a strange sense of comfort, like coming home to a place she'd forgotten. Though the familiarity was undeniable, it remained elusive, taunting her with its secrets. As she breathed him in, her senses hummed with a quiet recognition, but the reason why remained a mystery.
Luzella's gesture made Alaric's hands slid back from the wall, his arms extending, palms still facing outward, as if frozen in mid-motion, suspended in the air. He stood frozen in place, his entire body locked in stunned immobility, as if time itself had paused for a fleeting moment.
But he snapped out of his frozen state and as an instinctive he was about to draw her closer to him, her voice suddenly cut through the air, asking her questions, "Why do I feel you are so familiar? Who are you?" At the sound of her words, Alaric's arms, which had been extending towards her, halted mid-air, and once again, they stood frozen, suspended in an uncompleted gesture.
A fury raged in Alaric eyes as he wanted to strangle the very words that had just left her lips - that piercing, audacious 'WHO ARE YOU?' The urge was almost primal, as if he could somehow reach back in time and silence the question before it was even spoken.