The person at the door wasn't relenting, the sounds of the keys even became faster with greater pressure, it didn't feel like the person was trying out the keys, it sounded like the doors were opening already. Melissa needed to do something, there was no way she was going to allow anyone see her in there, even if she was the kings wife, she has no right to be in there all by herself. It was an almost unforgivable crime in St Lucia. As fast as the door was opening, her brain kept failing her, as she couldn't think of anything possible that she could do to remedy the situation.
Melissa was breathing very hard, trying to scan through the room with her eyes to find the best spot available for an hideout that would not be suspicious.
