Bella’s Point of View
I blinked my eyes a few times before I stared at Master Harris unbelievably. “Are you really Master Harris?” I asked, waiving my hands in front of his face. “Or are you sleepwalking?”
From his shy expression, he stared at me with his piercing bluish eyes. “Are y—”
“You’re really Master Harris, no doubt,” I cut him off before he could even talk in his grumpy voice. It seems like he’s in a good mood so I will try to avoid pissing him off. “Come in and let’s wait for Master Feston to finish changing,” I added, opening the door widely.
“You can sit here while waiting,” I offered, guiding him to my spot earlier. “I’ll just sit on the other side.”
I sat at the other end of the sofa, completely maintaining my distance from him. I don’t know why, but I feel really wei
