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Alicia's brows creased with annoyance when she walked into her chamber and saw her wet mattress. Who was the mad person that had decided to do something like this? How long was it going to take before the mattress got dry? Now she didn't have a place to stay or rest during the day until nighttime, when she would go to Harold's chamber to pass the night. She reasoned irritably as she carried the chair from the dressing table and went to sit by her window, where she looked outside at the people coming and going.
Her heart skipped a beat when her thoughts drifted to her arrangement with Harold. After their agreement earlier, he had said that he didn't want anyone to know that she was sleeping in his chamber, not even Paulina or Tyra. He had suggested that she leave her chamber shortly after the sound of the third bell and return to her chamber very early in the morning before anyone would notice anything. The question that plagued her mind now was why?
