Brandon's POV
"I'm home," I announced and expecting Sierra to greet me, but nobody seem to hear what I said.
"Brandon, your here. Where's Cassandra?" Aunt Celia asked me and looked behind.
"She's outside taking a call. Where's my wife?" I inquired.
"Sierra? She went to bed early. Maybe she's too tired to your travel yesterday and didn't have a chance to take a quick nap, so she went to bed."
"Is that so? I told her to wait for me, but don't worry I'll check her myself."
"Wait, Brandon. Uh, can you help me bring these luggage upstairs? Cassandra can't carry them. I thought you can help me since Trevor is out for a party," she said.
"Sure," I answer and took the two luggage. Then we head upstairs where their room located and stop at the first room in the row.
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