Lola POV
After having recomposed myself, I am looking straight into the eyes of a horrified maid. By the look on her face, the poor thing feels awful for startling me. I unplug my now wet air pods, with my other hand clutched to my chest still “sorry, I must have fallen asleep and I didn’t hear you. Sorry to have startled you”. “N-N-No I am sorry miss, I-I’m so sorry I scared you like that, but I called for you. You didn’t hear me, but I had to wake you”. “No it’s completely fine! What did you need me for?” “the Queen asked me to inform you dinner is ready”. “OK thank you, I will be right down”. The poor maid leaves the room and I get up from the now cold water and dry myself off. I pull my long blonde hair up in a messy bun as it is still wet, and I don’t feel like blow-drying it. I walk
