Charlotte set the alarm for seven o'clock, Leandro had said he would come over at eight last night.
Just in case, he got up, washed, and changed his clothes even earlier than eight o'clock.
The room where Charlotte had slept for over twenty years, she suddenly couldn't sleep in now. She was quite reluctant to let it go, but her reluctance was quickly dispersed by the sound of a car engine from downstairs.
Charlotte hastily wheeled her chair to the balcony of her room, from which she could perfectly see everything at the main gate.
It really was Leandro!
Meanwhile, the second alarm on her phone went off.
8:00.
True to Mr. Romero's form, when he said eight o'clock, it was exactly eight o'clock, not a minute early or a minute late.
Greyson was always an early riser. By this time, he h
