CH. 23

I opened the door to my bedroom suite only to be greeted by the sight of one of the housekeepers rifling through my belongings.

“Excuse me, what are you doing in here?" I demanded sharply.

The poor woman jumped nearly a foot in the air.

Her face went pale as she whipped around with a stammered apology. "M-Mrs. Sullivan! I'm so sorry I didn't hear you come in. I was just getting your suitcase ready for the trip."

I opened my mouth to tell her I could pack my own things, but she rushed on before I could get a word out. "No, ma'am, I can't leave. Mr. Sullivan gave me strict orders to pack for you, which I must comply with."

I realized that arguing was pointless.

I left her to do it and retreated to the dressing room to change out of my pajamas.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of restless pacing and anxious thoughts.

I'll admit that despite my earlier reluctance, curiosity eventually got the better of me about the location of our mysterious trip.

All Karl had said was that we were go