Chapter 30

ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW

I couldn’t move a muscle. Staring at the ceiling in a confused state of mine, I refused to leave my room and see who was at the door. I was in too much shock to move. It was probably Arianna, or one of the guys. As the ringing got too much, irritation replaced my confusion. Why wouldn’t she use her own key to unlock the door?

The ringing eventually stopped, and moments later, angry footsteps filled my ears. The door to my room burst open and there, Arianna stood, arms folded over her chest and her lips in a thin line of disapproval. She wore a white skirt, a white tank top and a yellow cardigan. Her usually bright lipstick was softer and a lot more casual.

“Why didn’t you get the door?”

“My bad. I did not know I was your butler.”

She let out a sigh and came to sit beside me on the bed. “You saw the news, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“So, what will you do?”

“Run away to another country and change my name.”

It was what I did best, anyway.

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