The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife (Book 3)
“Let’s get you guys settled into your rooms.”
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After looking around our room, which was on the second floor of our wing, I ambled down to Ara’s room. Her door was wide open while she was busy shuffling through her suitcase. She glanced at me as I walked in and then back to find whatever she was looking for.
“Can you believe it? I forgot my journal back at home, the one thing I cannot live without,” she grunted under her breath.
“It’s good you forgot. You’re here to make most of your time, to have a break. I know you love doodling in your notebook, but maybe try to go out and make friends for once.”