Chapter 8 Skeleton in the Closet

Ariana Sutton's POV Stefan stayed out the whole night, and yet I was not worried, nor did I want to find out where he was. To learn not to care about him was something I must do. And thus, I slept. I woke up early the next morning and made a simple breakfast for myself. For once, I could relax. The piano lesson wouldn't start until the afternoon. I had some time, and the house needed cleaning. For three years, I haven't had a proper day of rest. Once I finished breakfast, I started cleaning the house. It was an arduous task, cleaning a house as big as this residence.