MAYA

Twenty minutes later, upon emerging from the bathroom, Donovan received a call. It was his Personal Assistant, I peered through the screen. The phone was on speaker.

He brought it to his ear, looking into space with an air of seriousness.

“Hello Gracie, what's it?”

“Your aunt and uncle are here. They have just arrived.”

Donovan didn't let her say further when he flinged the phone over.

“Hello?”

“Hello?”

Her voice was left hanging in the air. Donovan had pulled me over to the dressing room. “I'm coming, let me dress up!” He shouted in an amusing manner. I couldn't help my chuckle.

“Quickly, dress up!”

“Let's not keep...