It was a drop of water.
That was just the beginning.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The drops kept falling onto my cheek. Instinctively, I rolled off the bedâ
And almost at the same time, with a tudududuk sound, water began pouring from the ceiling like a miniature waterfall.
***
Yesterday, Natalie had taken one look at the villa and said, âItâll probably collapse in a couple of days.â
She was wrong.
The villa proved its age in a far more dramatic wayâby letting its roof cave in under heavy rain in less than twenty-four hours.
Now, all of us were huddled in the first-floor parlor, having evacuated at dawn. The caretakers, who had rushed over in the morning, bowed deeply and explained.
âWe are terribly sorry! We did our best to maintain the roof, but it seems some of the beams couldnât withstand the rain.â
âFor now, please warm yourselves and wait. We will inform His Highness immediately and find a solution.â
Father had been livid, but at the mention of informing Percival, he could do nothing but sit there, face turning red with barely suppressed frustration. Natalie, however, was openly grumbling.
âSo, the first villa didnât even last a single night. The next one might collapse the moment we step inside.â
âHow can you say such things, Natalie!â@@novelbin@@