Chapter 37

Her mother was still hell-bent furious as they rounded up with dinner that she'd failed to drink water before eating, as per her meal habit, and had spat fire to every question bombarded her way despite it being part of a harmless table conversation.

Siesta was a do-or-die with the lady, another contribution to the sour temper. Especially with her finals at the doorstep. A little she could understand there.

Gianna had learned that afternoon that her father was the ongoing building project's designer. It did not stun her much. The man was excellent at what he does. However, it was a perfect chance to know what the construction really was. She'd asked.

'A little bit of everything,' her father had replied. 'Love hotel, Casino, Night club, and all that.'

Gianna scrunched her face. 'Sounds heinous. What about here? What are you up to?'

'Workers quarters and a wine brewing factory,' her father had smiled, admiring the progressing construction, extremely proud of himself than anyone was of