Chapter Fifty Two

I woke up with a filled spirit that morning, and as I sat down to eat breakfast, I scrolled through names of fashion brands in my phone that has been recommended to me by that chatty salesgirl. I had reached out to her, and she had immediately sent me a list of a hundred good designers in New York. The house cleaner walked up to me and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you have a visitor.” She announced.

I wouldn’t have bothered to look up at her face because she always has this sour expression on her face whenever she is around me, and I am glad I do not have to deal with that look often.

I have never had a visitor since I was dragged into the mansion. Who on earth could want to see me, much less have the audacity to come to Logan’s house to look for me? Logan’s house is very precious and sacred to him, and according to him, only people who are extremely close to him are allowed into his home.

“Who is this visitor?” I asked her, and she shifted for the man to be seen.

Before me