With Love

Chapter Three

Hello!!

Apologies for missing the last update, a lot is going on at home right now. I'll try not to post late again but I cannot make any promises but I did make this chapter slightly longer to make up for it.

Enjoy!

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"What the hell is this?"

"A dress. For the funeral. People need to see you mourn," Jasper announced, throwing the garment bag on the bed carelessly. "We're leaving at seven." The clock flashed at 1:35 am in bright red letters.

I unzipped it, pulling out the hanger to showcase the outfit. "You couldn't let me mourn in pants?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He barely glanced at me, his eyes on his phone. "Amari picked it out."

My eyes rolled at the mere mention of my youngest sibling's name. "Of course she did." The Princess did whatever she wanted.

"Shower, you need it." Jasper sniffed the air deliberately and threw a duffle bag on the bed, slamming the hotel room door, leaving me alone to dress.

I threw up my middle fingers at the door, cursing him loud enough to hear me through the closed door.

The six-hour flight was uneventful considering I slept the entire time, locked away in the small bedroom unwilling to talk to anyone. Franco woke me up just after one in the morning after we landed.

Jasper decided that there were more important things than waiting five minutes to wake me up and left before I came out of the bedroom. One single SUV sat on the tarmac, its engine idling. Franco and I found our own way to the random airport hotel ten minutes away from where the jet had landed.

Curiosity rang through me the whole drive and I questioned why no one else had been waiting on the tarmac for my arrival, not to sound vain but as the heir to a family fortune, I usually endured a whole entourage of security. Except for this time, not a single soul save for the person who drove Jasper wherever he had disappeared off to.

I barely turned on all the lights in my hotel room when he burst through the door, dropping my attire on the bed and leaving within a span of a minute.

The duffle bag he left behind contained three different pairs of high heels, all brand-named, and a large toiletry bag filled with make-up.

Before I had a chance to do anything a timid knock sounded through my hotel room. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion as I shuffled toward the door. On the other side, a nervous hotel staff member swallowed visibly and thrust out a silver tray covered with a matching closh.

He never uttered a single word. I quirked an eyebrow and leaned my head forward out into the hall, ignoring the trembling employee. A glance to the left showed a bulky suit-clad body, standing a few feet away from my door and the same view to my right, only leaner.

There's my entourage.

"Harvey, Lorenzo," I murmured, taking the tray from the employees' hands. I barely had a good grip on it when he rushed back down the hallway. "It's good to see you both again."

Harvey, the one to my left, smiled. "Good to have you home, Ana." Lorenzo stayed silent, always the serious one. Both were close to my father's age and had helped watch over me since childhood.

I ducked back into my room, kicking the door closed and placing the tray on the small desk in the corner since it was the only hard surface in the room.

Under the closh contained a bowl of granola mixed with yogurt and a side of bacon with a bottle of water and orange juice. On cue, the smell of crispy bacon hit my senses and my stomach grumbled. Showers be damned.