My Marked Luna (Apphia and Nicholas) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Apphia

I can’t feel Ziora anymore. She’s gone, leaving me desolate.

As we walk upstairs, I realize how grand the castle is with its tall ceiling and wide white marbled hallways. There are paintings on the walls, all expensive–looking. Everything is both antique and modern. It also has a homey feeling to it that I like.

Just what am I doing here? I’m out of my league here.

Lily talks about the room she chose for me, but I’m struggling to comprehend anything for the moment. She takes me to a private wing on the west side and stops before a white door. She pushes it open, and Vicky rushes in, spreading her hands in a dramatic gesture. “Tada! Welcome aboard!”

I step inside and take a look around. No. It can’t be mine.

The room is enormous, with two large windows from the floor to the ceiling. In the middle of the room is a large queen–sized bed with white sheets and many fluffy pillows. There is a long cream couch facing the TV on the wall.

“Check it out,” Lily says with a smile.

I feel like I’m in a fairytale. The bedroom has a balcony and a walk–in closet filled with branded clothes and shoes. How do they think I can use all these? I shake my head.

“So, you like?” she asks.

Like? I love it.

“Yes, thank you, Lily,”

They leave me in the room to take a shower before dinner. I lie on the soft, comfortable bed for a minute, taking it all in before getting up to go to the bathroom. The bathroom is large, with marble floors and walls. A large mirror takes up part of the wall. I strip off my clothes and get into the shower. There are all sorts of products for me to use.

After spending five minutes trying to figure out how to work the shower buttons, I turn on the hot water. Why are there so many buttons?

I take my time in the shower, even washing my hair with pink shampoo that smells like strawberries. The water feels good against my skin after the day I had. Once adequately clean, I step out, wrapping one of the fluffy white bath towels around my body and drying my hair with another. I don’t know how to blow–dry my hair or use the dryer, so I don’t do it. I go to the closet, apply moisturizer to my skin, and then open a drawer to find underwear.

Oh my… There’s lingerie in here. Everything exquisite. I pick out a black lace bra and matching panties. Of course, they fit perfectly.

I search the racks for clothes, and luckily, I find something that isn’t over the top but sleek: a cream halter–neck dress. I open random drawers for a hairbrush, but I’m finding makeup equipment. I don’t

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know how to use them, so I don’t even touch them. I finally found a hairbrush.

I brace myself and take a deep breath before standing before a mirror to brush my hair. I open my eyes and stare at the girl in the mirror. I look a little healthier now than I did. My cheeks are no longer as hollow as they were, and I don’t have dark lines under my eyes, but what’s more impressive is that all the bruises and scars on my body are gone, and my skin is radiating. I will never understand how this is possible.

I quickly brush my hair, tie it back, and adjust the bangs. Looking satisfied, I dash into the closet.

I sit at the edge of the bed; my nerves are a mess. I’m having dinner with the royal family. How is this even happening? I wish I had Ziora with me.

I miss her. I close my eyes and search for her in my mind. There are times I feel her presence, but the feeling is fleeting.

‘Ziora, I know you were hurt that Gavin rejected us; I am, too, but I need you; please come back… come back to me. You’re my friend,‘ I tell her. I feel tears stream down my cheeks.

There is a knock on the door, and Lily walks in. I stand up, wiping my tears quickly. She stops in her tracks, scrutinizing me.

“You were crying,” she frowns.

“No,” I deny, but my voice has betrayed me, “I just miss my wolf,”

“I know, sweetie,” she hugs me, “She’ll be back when she’s ready. Don’t force it.”

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Lily steps back from me and inspects my outfit. “Cute dress. Very tasteful, Apphia,‘

She goes past me to the closet and walks out a minute later. She shows me a pair of teardrop–shaped earrings.

“You have no idea how relieved I was when I noticed your ears are pierced,” she smiles, putting the earrings in my earlobes. “I love accessorizing and shopping for jewelry. We can do that together one of these days.”

Indeed, Lily always wears refined jewelry. It suits her and makes her look so elegant.

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