Grace was still half-asleep when she felt something brush the tip of her nose. She ended up sleeping in until a maid gently knocked on the door, asking if she’d like something to eat. Blinking herself awake, Grace realized it was already 2 PM.
Though the room had been perfectly climate-controlled, she’d woken up in a sweat, her skin sticky and damp. After dragging herself to the shower and rinsing off, she made it just in time for afternoon tea.
It was Sunday, and Raphael had gone off—again—to entertain some client. He’d mentioned before that once this week was over, he’d have more time for her.
Grace understood; running a massive enterprise was no small feat, especially since he’d only recently stepped into the role. So, she let it slide… with a single pouty protest.
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