Luna
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The car came to a halt in front of the tall mansions. I stepped out of the car, my phone glued to my ears.
Immediately the driver brought out the car from the trunk, the butler descended the steps and took the bag from him.
Trailing behind me, he carried the backpack into the house.
“So you finally made it home?” Rachel’s voice came from the other end of the call. “How was the flight?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice hollow as it could be. “Aside from one pest of a man disturbing my life, the flight was quite right.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I know you’re still angry that Troy ended the relationship,” she began. “Don’t you think you need another man to make you forget about him?”
Angry? I was madly furious.
I wove through the living room and ascended the stairs, the butler s
