(Ulva POV)
Since I woke up that morning, I've been at the balcony, staring at the cars and people that are moving in and out of the hotel. I had a glass of champagne in my hand, still wearing a white linen robe.
As I sipped from the glass cup, my eyes met with someone familiar walking into the hotel, through the gate. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out where I knew her from.
Yes! She was the guest from yesterday. Ralph's guest and... His new mate. Where was she coming from this early? Has Ralph accepted her already?
Why do I keep having this thoughts in my head? I'm done with him.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I groaned silently as I placed my glass on the table and head to the door. I threw it open as saw Asteria standing right in front of me.
"Ulva Scott?" She called my
