Chapitre 86: Chapter Eighty-Seven

After dumping the last of her cleansing wipes and washing her face, Ziza bent toward the mirror. She was inspecting her thorough work when her suite doorbell went off. Wondering who it could be, she froze for when Rafiq’s image darted into her mind’s eye. Him sitting in the front row watching her then giving her a standing ovation.

Ziza shook her head. He couldn’t have found her, at least not this soon.

She poked her head out of the bathroom.

“Who is it?” Ziza called out, though she half-expected the other person to not reply. Her nervous grip on the robe she wore only loosened when she got a response.

“Room service!” Replied the high-pitched disembodied voice. Then a shaky laugh left her lips small laugh, and she shook her head at her silliness.