Zane POV ~
"Your rooms have been cleaned and prepared," said a middle-aged woman who approached us. Unlike the maids outside, her uniform was formal and sharply tailored....probably the head housekeeper. She gave us a kind, practiced smile.
Meanwhile, the maids assigned to handle our luggage began filing into the house one by one, quietly observing the labeling on the bags before disappearing down various hallways. From their movements, I already knew which rooms belonged to whom.
"Thank you, ma'am," Rhys said with a charming smile as he turned to her. "Please have dinner prepared.. we're starving. Also, tell the maids to begin setting up the party outside. A little dancing and a few drinks wouldn't hurt. We've all had a long trip."
The head maid gave a respectful nod and turned away to carry out his instructions, just as Rhys disappeared into his room.
