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16- I Can
***Bea's POV***
It didn't take too long for Omar's butler to arrive with the change of clothes. Adrian dispersed everyone reminding us to attend our duties, me included. He didn't even spare me from them after suffering such traumatic experience.
Amaya and I were responsible for preparing the guest room. She took the first floor on the west wing, and I took the second, which was Omar's floor. I left Omar's room for last in hopes I would have another chance to chat with him if I hung around long enough. Perhaps even have him be the messenger to deliver my word to my family.
Barging with the butler, who oddly enough insisted not being one, I convinced him I would take Omar's luggage to what will be his quarters for the next two nights. I wobbled like a penguin, carrying the bags through the door. All the guest rooms had the same layout. There are king-sized beds across from the entrance, a sitting area to the left with a pair of velvet ro
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