Violet
Sawyer took my luggage and led me up the stairs to the second floor where his, or rather say, our bedroom, was. We walked down the long hallway before stopping in front of the door on the right. There was the same door on the other side belonging to Beta Jonah. He opened the door and I followed him inside.
My mouth dropped. The bedroom was beautiful, simple and elegant with a huge king-sized bed dominating the space and set against the cornflower blue wall with white bedding and a few pillows in shades of blue, two nightstands with lamps and a nice plush dark blue carpet. What intrigued me the most was the right side of the room, which had three floor to ceiling windows with two light grey armchairs and a small table looking just perfect for reading or watching the magnificent vi
