RACHEL
“What the hell?! What are we doing here?” I asked my godfather. We were now outside the hotel.
“Dinner,” he replied to me.
“No, I don't want to. I'm not going there. I know you have plans for me. Please don’t involve me, godfather. And don’t use dinner as an excuse, there are plenty of other restaurants.” I said to him irritably.
“What are you talking about? What plans are you referring to? We're just going to eat,” he said to me.
“Are you sure?” I asked him because I didn't trust him.
“Yeah.”
“You have no plans for me?” I asked him again.
“None,” he quickly replied to me.
“Just make sure you won't do anything to me. Because I will beat you up.”
I heard him laugh. I shot him a glare. We went inside the hotel and headed straight to their restaurant. There weren’t many peopl
