MIRA
“Oh, I am so sorry!” my mother looks embarrassed, “Did I interrupt the two love birds? I just…”
“Mum!” I say weakly and Tristan helps me up a bit so that I could see her better.
“Here!” he says softly and I want to hit him. But I don’t have enough strength for that.
“Oh, dear!” mum says as she sits next to us on the edge of the bed, “I would have scolded you two for being so inappropriate but considering the circumstances…”
I follow her gaze and realize that I am wearing just a thin white nightgown with an embroidered front that’s almost see-through. And nothing else.
I urge myself to cover myself with some sheets but mother passes me the shawl she was wearing and Tristan wraps it around me carefully, leaving his hands on my shoulders and making me lean on him. Again, no
