I stayed behind in the room long after Fabian was gone, just for the fear of facing him, and partly because I didn't even know how to. Maybe I should have told him about the letter, but I let my cowardice win yet again.
I gave a small sigh, then walked got off the bed. Slowly, reluctantly, I walked to the door, but just as I was about to open it, it opened.
I stepped back, my eyes wide as I expected Fabian. He wasn't the one, however, but a man dressed in a black suit.
"Good day."
I swallowed. "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head. "No, but Mr. Stone asked me to take you home."
My lips parted, and I swallowed. "Take me home? Where is he?"
The man shrugged. "I am not so sure."
I looked down at myself. I was still wearing his clothes. But I didn't want to change into the dress beca
