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When I wake up the next morning I'm very confused, instead of my small room with my bed pushed against one wall and my dresser on the other side of the room with clothes strewn on the floor and the occasional book I find myself in a large four poster bed, white material with swirling black details tied to each post with thick black rope. The duvet is thick and heavy, no doubt feather – a luxury my family could never afford – decorated with lace and black flowers. The room is much larger than mine, at least triple the size, the entire left wall made of glass with white curtains pulled to the side to let the sunlight pour in. A black armoire inlaid with shimmering mother-of-pearl is pushed up against the right wall and a matching vanity sits directly across from the bed. The carpet is thick and such a pure white I wonder if anyone's ever stepped on it before. I notice that the bedposts are carved to match the armoire and the vanity, pinpricks of pearl winking at me in the light.

A wave of nausea overcomes me when I remember where I am and why I'm here. I'm married, and this is my husband's home.

Bile rises in the back of my throat and I throw back the duvet to dash for a slightly open door beside the vanity that looks like a bathroom. I take in the room decorated with earthy tones, warm browns and caramels on the walls and floor. A slipper bath sits in the centre of the room and I smile, Mother always wanted one, they're so elegant with their detailed gold feet and the high back curling over the edge. There's a cream basin with mirrors surrounding it and a small chest of drawers beside it on one wall while the other has a large window with thin almost translucent curtains pulled over them to let in the light. I splash water on my face to calm down a little and take a few deep breathes while staring at myself in the mirror.

I don't look any different, my sun-streaked hair is just as messy as it usually is in the morning, my brown eyes are still slightly glazed with sleep but at the same time everything is different.

Instead of the comfortable pyjamas that I kept folded beneath my pillow I'm now dresses in a delicate silk camisole and shorts. I remember very little about after we left the reception but I can recall scrambling into the outfit before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep instantly. Even if I wasn't tired I would have gone to bed instantly to avoid any other…activities. My cheeks flame at the thought and dread makes my stomach sink. It's inevitable that it'll happen sometime but I plan on dodging it any way possible at least until I know Dylan a bit better.

After my little self-evaluation I slip out of the bathroom only to freeze in the doorway. Lying sprawled on one side of the bed with one tanned arm hanging over the edge of the bed and his longish golden hair sticking up in every direction is Dylan. I hadn't even realised he was there when I'd looked over the room. I shift from foot to foot awkwardly, unsure of what to do but there is no way in hell I'm getting back into that bed. After debating the consequences of leaving the room I finally suck it up and quietly tiptoe my way out.

The hallway is panelled in dark brown wood with various painted sceneries dotting the walls. The floor is a lighter wood, smooth beneath my feet. There are four more doors leading off the hall with a staircase at one end. Still moving as quietly as I can I slip downstairs, my hand gliding over the varnished dark wood of the banister.

At the bottom of the stairs is a spacious entryway, the cold marble floor makes me shiver and I wrap my arms around myself. Two archways lead off, one to a carpeted room I'm assuming is either a parlour or a living room but I really want to go outside so I head through the second archway into a dining room.

In the centre is a large dining table and twelve chairs covered in royal blue material embroidered with what I'm guessing is the family crest. It's a pair of wings mid-flight surrounded by a wreath of twined roses all stitched in an almost luminescent silver thread.

Another doorway leads into a small area overlooking a trimmed lawn and a sparkling pond at the base of the garden, various paths twist through the colourful beds and I can hear birds twittering through the slightly ajar glass door. Excitement and relief welling up I dash out, completely forgetting that I'm not exactly dressed to go outside.

That's where Dylan finds me a few hours later, lying on the grass staring up at the fluffy white clouds lazily rolling by.

I hear him before I see him, someone chuckles and when I look up there his is in a white button up shirt and black slacks, his hair is no where near as messy now as it was this morning and a smile plays at his lips.

I suddenly feel extremely exposed in the pyjamas I'm wearing and I sit up to bring my knees up.

"I had a feeling you'd be out here." he says and lies down beside me, copying my earlier actions.

I have no clue what to say so I just settle for not saying anything which doesn't seem to bother Dylan in the least.

Eventually when Dylan makes no move to get up any time soon I hesitantly lie back down and return to looking at the clouds.

It's silent for so long I almost forget he's even there, by this point my eyes have drifted shut so that I can revel in the sun warming my skin.

I swear I almost have a heart-attack when Dylan's fingers trace my jaw then move to tuck some stray hair behind my ear. My heart's pounding and every muscle's tensed ready to bolt.

He either ignores or doesn't notice my reaction, instead he takes a lock of my hair and plays with it until I open my eyes.

He's still smiling at me in a way that I don't understand but it only makes me even more nauseous.

I try to remember what mother had said about her first week with Papa, she said they had been almost total strangers and though the first few days had been torture for her, after Papa had brought her a daisy from the fields she'd softened towards him. Ella had asked what a daisy had to do with anything and Mother had explained that it was what it represented that mattered, she'd mentioned she liked daisies one evening during one of their first awkward dinners and one day Papa had been out in the fields tilling the soil and had come across a single daisy in the centre, he almost killed it but then remembered their conversation and instead brought it home for her. I loved that story, when I was small I used to believe that mother and Papa were in love but when I voiced this to Papa he'd smiled sadly and said the only people he would ever love were Ella and I. I asked him why he didn't love Mother and he said he did, just not the way I was thinking, Mother was his best friend but not the love of his life.

I couldn't see Dylan bringing me home a daisy and wondered what it would take for me to relax around him.

"Would you like to go into the city today?" Dylan enquires, still playing with a lock of my hair, "we could go for a walk by the river."

I actually do want to go into the city but not to spend time with him, I want to find Fang and make sure everything was alright between us. I'm afraid that if I'm silent for too long Dylan will suggest something else so I stand up and give him my best smile, "I better go get ready then." I say cheerfully.

xXx

The black armoire is filled with clothes, not just any clothes but dresses. Rows and rows of dresses and drawers filled with delicate lace gloves, silk scarves and other accessories. I don't think I've ever seen so much material in one place besides in JJ's shop. Nudge would be in heaven right now, she's always wanted a never ending supply of beautiful dresses but I on the other hand wrinkle my nose at the sight of them all with matching shoes laid neatly underneath. I scowl and pick the first one my hand comes into contact with, a strapless blue dress that ends just above the knee that's details with blue flowers sewn onto the bodice, it's nowhere near as frilly or poufy as the rest of them but it's still not something I'd ever buy for myself. I snatch up a pair of simple silver flats and disappear behind the black screen in the corner of the room.

Once I'm dressed I dig around in the drawers of the vanity to find something to put my hair up with but when I tug the first drawer open there are about twenty jewelled clips. I don't even bother with them and shut the drawer deciding I'll just have to deal with my hair down today. I don't even touch the lines of jewellery sets in the other two drawers and leave the room only to walk straight into Dylan.

I stumble back in shock and effectively trip over my feet causing me to go down hard. Dylan's hand shoots out to try and stop me but when my hand catches his it only makes him come down with me. We land on the floor in a tangled mess.

I blink up at him stupidly from my position below him, his arms are on either side of my head where he caught himself so he didn't fall on me and he's so close I can feel his breath on my face.

The situation is just so ridiculous and awkward I do the only thing I can right then; I laugh.

Dylan looks confused for a second before a smile spreads across his face and he's laughing too. Neither of us move from our position, me because, well, I can't what with him being on top of me and all but he doesn't look like he plans on moving at all, in fact it looks like he's leaning forward. Oh shit.

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