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Chapter 20: The Last Place I Should Be Going
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ElleWait for me, he said.So like an idiot, I waited.The first hour after the seven he said wasn't so bad. I took a long bath, even attempted to read one of the leather-bound books from the library.By hour three, I'd discovered the wine cellar.Bad idea? Probably.Did I care? No I don’t.The first glass was to kill time. The second because the wine was actually good. The third because... well, because I was apparently pathetic enough to sit around waiting for a man who clearly had better things to do."This is ridiculous," I told my reflection in the window. Outside, rain had started falling, turning the manicured gardens into dark shadows. "What are you doing Elle?"I took another sip.By midnight, the empty bottle judged me from the coffee table. I'd memorized every detail of my room's ceiling. One by one, I'd counted all the crystal drops on the chandelier. Twice.The house had gone quiet hours ago, all the staff disappeared to wherever staff disappeared to in a place this big.
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