Eira's lips twitched in frustration as she stared at the polished plaque on the door that shows the name—Brandon Kael.
Right beside it, across the narrow hallway, another door had a familiar crest delicately embossed in gold: the room of Florence Bleaufort herself.
"Why the hell is the room you arranged for him is beside your room?"
"As his girlfriend, his room should be beside mine or he'll just have to stay in my bedroom."
Florence just shrugged casually "Well, darling, I just thought it would be practical to keep my son-in-law close."
She smiled sweetly and opened the door "Now stop fretting and come inside. Brandon, dear—this way."
She reached out and grabbed Brandon's arm before pulling him into the room.
Looking at the big room, Brandon smiled "Wow, looks great."
The room was vast, warmly lit by a chandelier. Ocean-blue drapes framed the wide windows, beyond which the sea glittered under the fading sun.
