Chapitre 107: Allergic To Poverty

"Young miss,"

Clara was interrupted from her work by one of the staff.

"What is it?" She asked, looking away from her laptop for a split second.

"Luther is here,"

"Luther is here?!" She shrieked, her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Why are you telling me this now?!" Clara shrieked, jerking up from her bed immediately, and rushed to the mirror where she began to examine her appearance.

The woman smiled at the Young Miss attitude yet didn't say anything.

Clara began to run her hand through her hair, trying to smoothen it but it still wasn't enough for her. She turned to the staff at once, "Keep him company, I'll be down in a jiffy,"

The staff didn't need to be told what to do because this wasn't the first time Clara was excited at Luther's visit. She simply bowed and left.