Amelia sent a text to Darren first, and then went to the bathroom.
When she stepped out of the shower, the extremely long day in North Europe had finally turned to night. It felt as cold as water.
Amelia wrapped herself in the bathrobe, and then sat in front of the dressing table, prepared to dry her hair. Right before she turned on the switch of the hair dryer, the door was knocked.
Amelia heard a young female’s voice coming from outside, “Miss Foster, this is Mia. Mr. Kowalskyi sent me here to take care of you.”
Amelia stood up and opened the door, then saw a young maid in uniform standing outside. She was a human, young and vibrant, almost like a teenager. She had this big, enthusiastic smile on her face, which suggested that she loved her job.
Amelia felt glad to finally see so
