|Casmira's POV|
"You must be Casmira!" I hear a voice from behind me as I breathe in a sigh of relief that someone has found me just as I managed to get lost in Draven's maze of a penthouse.
"Oh, thank God!" I utter as I meet the eyes of a middle aged woman with a pleasant smile on her lips. "I managed to get lost on my way down. How exactly does someone get lost in a penthouse?" I ask scratching my head and blush remembering that I am wearing one of Draven's boxer shorts and one of his t-shirts while my hair is still slightly damp from the shower because as much as I would have liked to have a diffuser here for my thick waves, Draven of course does not own one. Taking a dryer to my hair will only add frizz. "Are you by any chance Marge?" I ask hoping desperately that she is. I am star
