Chapter 15 Marc
With a ‘Ah, the sleeping beauty’, Marc greets Miranda and he could hit himself in the head. That’s not the kind of thing I would normally say, he thinks. What kind of jerk am I? He is not aware that that is exactly the name, the ladies have given to him.
He watches her face darken and tries to make up for it. He stretches out his hand. ‘Marc Lutz’ he introduces himself. ‘Miranda Stuart’ she says gruffly. ‘How wonderful of you that you were willing to come here’, Marc starts the conversation. ‘Didn’t leave me much choice, if I want to have my belongings at my disposal quickly’, Miranda answers without much enthusiasm. ‘In that case I hope you had at least a pleasant trip here.’ And in spite of herself, Miranda starts to glow when remembering that wonderful ride in the limo
