“Room cleaning service”
Elora had been awoken by the voice that sang alarmingly behind the door, a set of knuckles that had simultaneously found itself in contact with the shut porcelain doors.
Just as loud, and twice as annoying as the lady’s voice itself.
She groggily set her lids apart, taking in the colourful aura of the room.
Her first night in Italy, Elora thought as last night’s close of events now weighed heavily on her chest.
She had finally being slapped in the face with the harsh reality of truth she impatiently sought. Zane wasn’t interested in damaged dolls, and perhaps, other men she encounters along the way would have the same opinion he shared.
And it had only been the front that he had set eyes on. Had it been the long stripes that had peeled off bits of her fle
