Stella POV
Phina's stilettos were the first to welcome our entrance into the room.
One lay overturned near the doorway, its pair close to the large bed. No doubt it had been kicked off in a hurry.
A trail of fabric littered across the room right from the door like a sprinkle of roses ushering the bride into their wedding room.
Oswald's tie hung halfway off the edge of the bed, his black suit dragging across the floor, their haste and anxiousness were clear.
My eyes almost popped out of my sockets when I followed the trail of the clothes littered across the room to the large bed, from where the soft moans and groans slipped off like a honeybee buzzing around a flower.
My mouth formed an O, yet the words were stuck to my throat as I took in the sight of Phina straddling Oswald, her hair falling over her face, beads of sweat trailing down her bare body.
