DAMIEN
"What the fuck is going on here?!" I growl. "My clothes are a mess, breakfast is awful,
and my room is chaotic! Look at this!" I motion toward the bed. The sheets are all crumpled, and the pillows are scattered. "Don't you know how I expect my room to be?"
I'm very particular about how I like things organized, especially in my room. When it's not up to my standards, it's really frustrating.
Maya and the other two maids look like they're about to faint as they stand outside the room. What were they doing all this time? Don't they understand my preferences?
It's only been a day since 'the incident,' and things have already gone to hell. I don't even want to think about what went down during the rejection ceremony. Just remembering
it makes my stomach twist with all sorts of emotions.
But there's no time to dwell because everything around me is a fucking disaster. Elowen said that she can't do anything as she feels sick again, and is in bedrest.
