**Isabella**
I hurried to make the bed again. This was all new to me because, back home, I had my fucking maid do that. After that, I quickly arranged the chairs, the shelf, and vacuumed the room. Two more minutes, damn!
I quickly took out one of the two dresses I packed inside my bag and wore it over my body. Gosh, I hated the plain lace gown, but it was my longest dress, and anything shorter, that brute Razor would kill me.
Damn! Ten minutes already? I picked up my phone from the headboard and literally flew out of the room. I was almost out of breath when I arrived in the living room, my eyes scanning for Razor. He was seated at the bar, glancing through his phone.
"Right on time." He gazed at me from top to bottom before nodding approvingly. "Come on, let's go." He stood up and beckoned for me to take his hand.
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