Chapter 30

(Serena's POV)

As soon as we landed in Frankfurt, Germany, we headed straight to the boutique. Marcus headed inside the store which screams luxury. I followed him without any idea why we are here. If we are in a boutique, full of gorgeous elegant dresses, expensive tuxedos, sparkling high-end heels, and shoes.

This only means we're going to a party. Again.

"Marcus Walton?"

A woman in her late 20s came forward with a wide smile on her face. Well, who would not recognize Marcus? His face is everywhere.

"Frieda Becker," Marcus said as he strode towards the woman and greeted her with a tight hug.

I rolled my eyes. He came here to flirt with a Deutsche.

"Was machst du hier?"

(What are you doing here?)

And now, they're talking in German.

"Ich bin von Gloria eingeladen"

(I'm invited by Gloria)

I sat on a beige couch to rest my ankle. Slowly, my ankle is not in pain whenever I walk at a normal pace. My eyes scanned the surroundings as I massage my leg.

Only a few people are wandering inside