That would have been a wonderful escape plan, but fate always has to ruin a perfect moment. I had a long shower, took time to wash my hair and did facials. Just enough time for Nikolai to finish any business he might have down here. I put a black crop top on a fitted high waist jeans trousers with a white crocs. I styled my hair into a bun. By the time I'd finish it was already 1pm.
What?
I woke up late.....
I trodden out of my room, taking a sneak peek around my 3 o'clock and 6 o'clock to avoid seeing him. I might as well go for an assassin movie audition, stealthily moving like a leopard about to pounce on its prey. Every nook and cranny was spick and span of anyone. I finally made it to the kitchen without someone seeing me. The chef was there as usual.
"Good afternoon." I said to the chef, He turned and nodded in response.
"I'm famished, and I am craving your famous pasta with meatballs." I said to him, he gave me a warm smile.
