  I looked at her, studying her features. Her dark hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, cascading down her back like a river. Her deep brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly furrowed as she eyed me worriedly. She had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt.
  &quot;Okay,&quot; I nodded at her. &quot;I'll stop worrying about this. I'm pretty sure whatever will happen, will happen for good.&quot;
  She grinned at me and went back to her food.
  &quot;By the way, why were you drenched last night? You didn't tell me anything when I asked,&quot; Olivia said after some time, pointing her fork at me accusingly.
  My grip on the glass of water which I held in my hand, tightened as I recalled the events of last night. &quot;I was pushed into the pool,&quot; I gritted out.
  &quot;Who pushed you?&quot; Olivia asked, pushing a stray lock of her hair away from h

  &quot;Only one word; beautiful. This is beautiful,&quot; I whispered, my voice barely leaving my lips as I took in the sight in front of me, where I would be living for the duration of my stay at the mansion.
  &quot;So, you like it?&quot; Mrs. Jenson asked and I could almost hear the hesitation and nervousness in her voice. It almost made me want to cry seeing the old lady nervous and anxious to know if I liked it or not.
  I shook my head at her. &quot;I don't like it, I love it,&quot; I corrected, beaming at her, &quot;Mom,&quot; I added.?I?love?how?the?word?sounded?when?I?spoke?it.?I?miss?my?mom.
  Mrs. Jenson surprised me by stepping towards me and taking me in a tight hug.
  &quot;I'm so glad you're back,&quot; she whispered, sighing into my hair. &quot;I missed you so much,&quot; she said, pulling back and cupping my cheeks before kissing my forehead. My heart warmed at her moth

  A soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and I prepared myself for the sun to attack my poor eyes. But it didn't. I slowly opened them and saw the sunlight hidden behind the curtains of the windows. I pulled off the comforter and swung my legs to the side to get out of the bed. I walked towards the bedroom door, running a hand through my hair to ease out the tangles.
  I opened the door to reveal a grinning Samara.
  &quot;Good morning, ma'am,&quot; She greeted me.
  &quot;Samara, call me Juliet,&quot; I said, giving her a small smile. &quot;Uh...what time is it?&quot;
  &quot;It's past eleven in the morning. Mrs. Jenson asked me to wake you up for breakfast with her and your friend. I hope you're not angry with me for waking you up,&quot; She said as she looked at me nervously.
  I gave out a chuckle. &quot;It's absolutely okay, Samara. Actually I'm glad you woke me up. And God, had

I looked at her, studying her features. Her dark hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, cascading down her back like a river. Her deep brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly furrowed as she eyed me worriedly. She had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt.
  &quot;Okay,&quot; I nodded at her. &quot;I'll stop worrying about this. I'm pretty sure whatever will happen, will happen for good.&quot;
  She grinned at me and went back to her food.
  &quot;By the way, why were you drenched last night? You didn't tell me anything when I asked,&quot; Olivia said after some time, pointing her fork at me accusingly.
  My grip on the glass of water which I held in my hand, tightened as I recalled the events of last night. &quot;I was pushed into the pool,&quot; I gritted out.
  &quot;Who pushed you?&quot; Olivia asked, pushing a stray lock of her hair away from her face.
  &quot;Ethan Evans!&quot; I said through gritted teeth, his name leaving a bad afterta

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