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UNO
"Are we there yet?" Asked by the woman wearing a black tank top bodycon dress.
The chauffeur swallowed the lump in his throat. He glanced at the woman through the rear view mirror and replied:
"No ma'am, not yet. But ma'am, we're five minutes away from the hotel."
The woman shot her brows up.
"Why are you so scared of me?" She asked.
'Did they spread false rumors about me again?' is what on her mind.
He kept his mouth shut until they arrived. He opened the car door for her. The hot air hugged her body as she got out of the car.
Attendants from left and right took her bags as if she's the most important person in this hotel. Guards lowered their heads as a sign of respect. She took her glasses off and walked towards the older man.
"Uncle!" She gleefully greeted him.
Her uncle was so delighted to see her and was teary-eyed.
"Mirachelle! How long has it been? You finally come home to us." Her uncle burst into tears.
A soft smile appeared on her lips and calmed her uncle down.
"It only has been ten, twelve years?"
His cries became louder.
"Exactly! A decade, two years and 4 days!"
She laughed and her uncle took her to the office.
He sat down on his chair.
"So... are you ready to become the President of this hotel?"
Mirachelle frowned.
"I don't want to be part of this hotel chain business uncle, have Laura do this."
Suddenly someone barged in the room.
"Huh?! Why me?! Dear cousin let me remind you! This is your late parent's business legacy and my dad just took over because you were so young when they died. But this is rightfully yours, technically my dad is too old, he needs to retire so he can rest. And why me? I am a fashion designer."
Laura Hyacinth sat down on the sofa.
"Fine... but in one condition."
They listened attentively.
"I need a husband."
The coffee that was on her uncle's mouth poured out. Laura's jaw dropped to the ground.
Mirachelle Adeline laughed as if she has the last laugh. Laura laughed too.
"We don't need to find you one, he's on his way here." Laura replied.
"What do you mean?" Mirachelle asked.
Her uncle cleared his throat and asked the both of them to take a walk outside.
A lot of people had gathered to the front desk. From afar they heard some screams.
"Where the hell is Mirachelle Adeline Fontaine?!"
The handsome gent caught Mirachelle's ears when she heard her name.
"Here I am." She said.
The guy looked at her and walked towards her aggressively.
"Finally, you're home, huh. Adie."
