Middle class.

I heard the knock again, which caused me to finally open my eyes.

The curtains were closed and I couldn't see what time it was, but what I wondered was who was at the door. Bryce wouldn't have knocked. He had his own key.

Bryce, where the hell was he? I checked beside the bed where his clothes were kept but they were gone. Any trace that he had been in this room with me was gone. I felt a pang of disappointment in my heart but chose to ignore it.

I didn't know what I was expecting but it served me right for expecting anything in the first place. I knew very well he was not mine.

Another knock, this time urgent, got me off the bed, and I threw on the throw over my body covering very well, and went to the door to see what was going on. I opened the door and an older man, probably in his fifties, sipgeru blonde hair, brown dull eyes, wearing a royal suit, stood by the door bowing slightly.

"Morning, how can I help you?" I greeted politely which caused me to wince at my morning breat