Alina woke up. Austin was already gone, as usual. She hugged his pillow and lay in bed. The feeling from night was still there.
She had hoped sleep might make it easier to ignore but it didn't. She sighed and sat up. For a moment, she wished it to turn into something simpler like attachment or fondness.
But it was love. And that feeling wasn't going anywhere.
At breakfast, she hardly ate. She kept thinking about this new feeling bubbling up in her chest.
She was in love with the man who had bought her and loving him was dangerous.
It was even worse because Austin hadn't said anything. He had shown he cared for her but had never actually said those words.
She quickly finished the breakfast and left the hall. She needed to talk to someone. And right now, only one person would understand her.
Cecily was playing the piano when she entered. She stopped when she saw Alina.
"What happened?" she asked noticing Alina's troubled expression.
