[Hazel]
“I’m definitely not bathing in that bathroom.”
Elijah barged in without even knocking. Okay, sure—the door was wide open, but still. Ever heard of manners?
“That bathroom is so freaking small. I can barely breathe in there,” he continued, arms flailing dramatically. “This mansion is big enough for at least five luxurious guest suites, and I get shoved into a room smaller than my wardrobe and a bathroom tinier than my fridge? Is this because I’m just a mere assistant now?”
I held up both palms like I was trying to calm an angry puppy. “Okay, okay, cool down, boss. It’s wedding season. The other rooms might be reserved for, like, actual important guests.”
“I am an important guest,” he snapped.
“Okay, but apparently not to my family. To them, you’re just my assistant.” I exhaled
