Sarah’s POV
I hoped to see Roody follow behind him, but he didn’t. Mr. Adrian walked in alone.
He wore a deep blue suit that looked incredibly expensive. The fabric was smooth and perfectly fitted to his tall frame, the jacket sharp at the shoulders and the trousers falling clean and straight. The color caught the light in a way that made it look even richer, like polished sapphire.
Penelope, who had been laughing at my worn-out shoes just a few seconds ago, suddenly stopped. Her mouth hung open like a fish out of water.
She quickly fixed her hair and straightened her chest, trying to look pretty, then walked toward him with a bright smile on her face.
“Welcome to Lumière House, sir!” Penelope said in a high, sweet voice she only used for rich customers. “How can I help you today?”
