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Driver. (26th Chapter)

...Two Days Later...

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Melody's POV:
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Today is the day I depart to London, England. I tried my best to explain to Camille that we will go do some shopping and come back, kind of a trip actually. I figured out I shouldn't mention the Harry situation, because I don't want her to be judgmental. As for Harry and I, well it's kind of confusing. I told him I will be leaving for London to attend a fashion show, but he seems to see through me. I tried my best to hide the true reason of my travel, and he still asked me if that's the only case. He believed me, but I could tell that he still suspects the whole fake alibi.

I stand on the rooftop of my dad's company, waiting for Camille to arrive so we could take off . Once I hear heels clonking behind me, I turn around to see my best friend. Her bags are dragged by who seems to be her housekeeper, and I shake my head at the thought. "You could have dragged them here, Cami." I groan and she shrugs her shoulders. Since I met Harry, he began to change me. If I haven't have met him, I would have made poor Albert carry my own luggage. But I guess I am becoming less artificial and more genuine by each day. "London here we come!" Camille yells in an excited tone, as we step into the jet.

... After the Arrival to London (At the Hotel)...

"Do you want to go out, or call it a resting night?" Camille asks as she flunks on her bed. "You go ahead and rest, I need to ask the hotel reception for something." She nods reluctantly, while I click my boots on the ceramic floor. Its summer in London, but god my shoulders are like ice cubes already. I should have worn thicker clothing, silly me. "Hello, could you locate for me this person's address on your roaming device please?" I ask the young receptionist, and hand him my phone. He starts typing on the keyboard in incredible speed, and once he smiles from achievement I relax.

"Done. Would you like me to call Miss Cox to meet you here, Miss?" I shake my head directly. "I want to visit her, if that's possible. Could you please book me a personal driver, and give him the location?" He types down faster than the first time, and then clicks the mouse. "What time would be convenient for you?"I momentarily think about a time. I could go early in the morning, while Camille is asleep, and then return at noon? Sounds ideal."8:00 am will be fine, thank you." He types the information and prints the receipt for me. "We will call your room telephone to inform you when to get down tomorrow, have a good night Miss Cramer." I take the receipt and fold it, then thank the young receptionist for his incredible help.

I can't believe this is going to happen. I wonder what Harry's doing right now, is he even missing me like I know I am? I check my phone, and notice that it is still out of data service. Once I activate the service, endless notifications and messages collapse on my screen. Most of the messages are from my father, but a couple texts are from Harry. I reply to my dad, as I go back to my suite. I smile at Harry's messages, and I mentally swat his arm because he used the term 'princess' with a winking face. It doesn't annoy me hearing it from him like it used to, nothing annoys me from his side anymore. All I want is to relieve him, making him less depressed; contempt even.

"Ooo! Mellie who's the guy?" Camille taunts me and I freeze."What guy? There is no guy? Why do you say so?" She laughs and replies: "Smiling to your screen like a goofball, explains everything clearly." I roll my eyes and change my clothes to sleep; tomorrow is going to be a pure dramatic capsule.