Chapter 47

My last apartment didn’t have a doorbell. It kept getting stolen off the wall and I grew tired of paying $30 every time to replace it. That’s why every time someone ran my doorbell in my new apartment I figured it must be on TV.

“Sorry,” I apologised to Kiara after she had to ring three times until I realised. “Come in.”

Kiara still smiled when she saw me, but it wasn’t her usual bright smile. She was unsure, because she had seen the tabloids with me and Robert in it. She didn’t know he was a billionaire, and the tabloids had certainly kept digging up things about my past. 

Over the last two days, I had looked through some nearby thrift shops, another pro to living in an artsy neighbourhood, and found a wooden dining room table, a closet for in my bedroom and some new toys for Clara. This was the first time she had her own room in my house, and we were determined to make the most of it. 

“Oh,