Serena turned around to take in the whole room. It was nearly double the size of her home back in Silverstone.
The room was decorated in a simple fashion, the bed bigger than any she had ever slept in. It was massive, elegant, draped in sheer, dusty blue mesh that danced with the breeze drifting in from the open window. The colour made her breath catch in her throat.
"Is this really for me?" she asked, turning to meet Darius, who had just set down her trunk.
"Yes," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. "Annamarie said you like blue."
Serena could not hide the smile that crept onto her face. He'd remembered something so small, so unnecessary, and yet he'd still thought of her.
"Yes," she said softly. "I really do. Thank you, Darius."
He rolled his shoulders, visibly trying to shake off the awkwardness, and cleared his throat. With a bit more purpose, he dragged the trunk to the center of the room.
