Luna Rising

TWENTY-SEVEN

I open my eyes slowly and again am in an unfamiliar room. This time, instead of seeing a high ceiling, I see pretty drawings of vines and flowers but no color on the ceiling. I don't know what it is called, but I'm in a different room.

"Lippy?"

I turn my head quickly to find the handsome man troubled.

"Are you alright?" He reached over my head, and I didn't flinch when he touched me. It's warm and gentle. "You don't have a fever. That's good." He smiles.

My face heats up, and I pull the covers over half my face. "I'm...I'm....mmm...okay."

His smile pulls wider, revealing his white teeth. The temperature on my face increases to the point I let out a squeak and hide entirely under.

"Are you hungry?" He asks.

I park my head out from the covers and my stomach growl before I can say anything.

"I guess that's a yes," he chuckled and got up from the chair. "I'll have someone bring you something to eat. I will be back. Sleep a bit."

He reaches and touches my cheek. With the cover under my chin, I nod my head and watch him leave the room once he closes the door.

I sprung up and touched my face feeling the heat. My heart is beating so fast, and my mind is going crazy. I had never met someone so handsome as him before. Of course, Nick is the most attractive to me, but this man makes my whole body go crazy as if his touch feels familiar.

Who is that man?

Why does he make me feel this way?

My only love is Nick. I have already promised to marry him when we grow up.

Shaking the thoughts away, I explore my new surroundings. The room that I'm in is more extensive than mine. I didn't have much, but this room has everything. They even have a round dining table, a fireplace, and a large screen tv.

"Lippy!"

A pretty young girl with two long ponytails and almost red-brown eyes is in my room. I hide under the covers.

"Lippy...why are you hiding? Are you still sick?"

"No, she is not sick," says another female voice. But this sounds mature and low. "You scared her, Bibi."

"I didn't mean to. When I heard Lippy was awake. I got excited and wanted to see her," the young girl sounded sad.

"I guess she's still not used to us yet." Says a third woman, only her voice sounds pretty.

"Lippy, I'm sorry."

I peek my head out, see tears in her eyes, and head down.

I was just surprised that they came to my room. I didn't expect them to see two women and a child here. I uncovered myself and sat up. She turns to me with a pouty face, like she's about to cry.

I reach and place my hand over hers. "Don't cry," I tell her as I wipe her tears.

"Lippy..." she sniffles as her watery amber eyes sparkle like glitter and smile.

She's gorgeous; I have never seen anyone look so pretty as a princess. Her hair and eyes are different, but they fit perfectly on her round face.

"I'm so happy!" She jumps on me back down on the bed.

"Bibi, be careful," says the beautiful lady with dark brown hair. "She just recovered."

"Sorry, sorry," the little girl, Bibi, giggled as her face blushed.