Chapter 140

Clara's POV

"Feel free to choose either of the two bedrooms you like." Derek interrupted my thoughts. "I have to meet with a client for a few minutes. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home," he added.

He looked at his phone before making his way out of the suite.

For the first time, I was finally left alone to behave like the lunatic I was. I was jumping up and down like a twelve-year-old kid. For someone who'd just been through a ten-hour flight, I'd think I'd be tired, but then again, I also got a full-body massage.

I was forced to remember how old I was when I noticed the door knob turning.

I stopped, keeping an eye on the person who walked in.

Instead, it was a maid who walked in. She was almost startled that I was standing there. She had a similar uniform to ours, the same knee-length dress style with a white apron over it, except theirs had a faded ocean blue instead of black.

"Good day, ma'am, I'm Cassia," she said. She had an unfamiliar accent.

"Good day," I greeted back