The following morning, Grace slowly opened her eyes and the morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains greeted her.
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she glanced around the room, her mind still groggy with confusion. "Where am I?"
The question echoed in her mind as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and winced as a sharp pain shot up her ankle and at the same time noticed the wheelchair beside the bed.
Oh, right, she had sprained her ankle and the events of the previous day began to flood back.
And, yes, she was in her new room in Jace Brandon's Manor as his son's nanny.
She sighed in resignation and relaxed back into the pillows as she tried to come to terms with her new life.
Gingerly testing her weight, she pushed herself upright and hobbled over to the bathroom.
She should start trying to use them. She was someone who can't sit still for long. The only time that she can stay in a place for long is when she is designing.
