The dining room was grand as Mira had expected. But then she wasn't sure she was going to be surprised anymore when it came to these rich people places.
Her blue dress, one she did not know whether to call borrowed or just hers, felt like some sort of armpit against her body.
She was still disoriented by the hidden camera she had found in the darn bathroom, and now she had to face Lucas too.
It was almost as if the universe kept throwing every single disaster her way.
Her eyes finally went in a straight direction and there he was.
The handsome devil she wished she could whip hard. He was lounging at the end of the table as if he owned the place.
Lucas.
His posture was relaxed while he watched the room with the usual bored eyes of a predator who had already eaten.
But even at that, Mira could not help but notice the disdain and disgust in his expression, almost like this place was a house of poop he had forced himself to endure.
