Chapter Sixty One

~Adriana’s POV~

“Fuck!” I groaned as I flung my expensive Gucci handbag across the room and watched it land carelessly on the floor.

My head and legs hurt badly from standing for a long time in stilettos; earlier I didn’t complain because I had been doing it for my mother but now that all the excitement had worn off, the pain had finally kicked in.

I looked around my disheveled room in confusion, wondering why the maids had refused to tidy it up but then I decided to do it myself as I couldn’t wait for them for every single thing.

Quickly shedding of my dress, I strutted off into the bathroom to have a cold shower first and when I was done, I wrapped a towel around my long red hair to stop it from dripping water onto my body and helped myself into a big tee shirt.

I felt slightly rejuvenated after taking my bath and so I decided to channel this new found energy into tidying up my room. I did so dutifully, rearranging and dusting and at some point, I actually began to wonder if I had b