Ashley's POV
I was completely shocked by Ethan’s words. I am not sure if it is my own heartbeat, or something ominous that causes my legs to start shaking, making me feel out of breath when my mind replays his words.
He wants me to make myself presentable before entering the room? What... what does that mean? Is he hinting at something? Is he not satisfied with the way things went last night? Or is this supposed to be some kind of test?
Before I can think about it any longer, Ethan coughs impatiently, which jolts me into action.
Right now, I have already made him wait because of the drama at the reception desk. At this point, I shouldn't do anything to risk his displeasure at all… or I might lose everything.
So I don't waste any time and come to a stop in front of the wash basins, clutching the marble counter for some support. I make eye contact with my reflection, only to find a pair of terrified eyes staring back at me… on the verge of crying.
But I can't fall weak now. I splash
