ELARA~
The shower was ice cold, I'd slept off out of anger and exhaustion last night, forgetting to turn the heater on. I walked out of my room with a towel around my head and a fresh set of pyjamas, my skin still prickling from the chill.
I planned on watching movies today. I was going to binge-watch until my eyes burned, and whenever Isla finally decided to show her damn face again, I'd reject her bullshit boyfriend proposal or just quit the industry entirely.
"Good morning Elara."
I turned to see an average man in grey suit standing with a tablet in his hand. Then I looked around the room and the workers who were cleaning. I was so lost in thought, I hadn't seen them.
I instinctively took a step back up the stairs. Who the hell were these people? The cleaners made sense, but I leveled a suspicious glare at the man in the suit.
"Good morning," I responded cautiously, my eyes scanning the room. "And Isla?" I asked before I could stop myself.
