A Nanny For The Billionaire's Triplets
What was this place, and what are we doing?
The lady knocked on the door, and it came open. I stopped when we stepped into the wide and big hall, fully lighted with fluorescent lights. At each pillar stood a guard dressed in a black shirt and a black suit, their hands behind their back. To the side was a giant keyboard, rounded by a cage, and a keyboardist running her hands through the keys, the melodious and slow rhythm added more ambiance to the air. And right above me, standing on the stage was Sebastian, in a with shield and a black suit, throwing me back to the first time I saw him, waiting for me on the altar.
“Please, go to him.” The lady said and stepped back.