ROMAISA'S POV
1st of August, in the evening.
I am looking ugly, very ugly, I didn't want to see my own reflection, Why was he looking at me with so much admiration? I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and washed my face and arms. I combed my tangled, nest-like hairs. Now I was looking a bit presentable. I walked out and into the room.
He stood up from the couch as I came and walked towards me. He took my hand in his. I wanted to resist but also didn't want to anger him, so I just stayed quiet. He guided me out of the room and to the stairs. I was slowly walking down the stairs taking one step at a time as I was feeling very weak. He was also helping me. I wanted to refuse his help but I couldn't. I needed him right now to walk.
We entered the dining room and sat on the chair
