"Love can start as a war or friendship, but it is better to be pleased than to be displeased about your part of love,"

~Unknown~

Lorena Cicero POV

Entering the luxurious White plus elegant penthouse, I was stopped by a young lady who looked my age—ignoring her as I clipped my gloved palm together. She bows at me slightly.

"How may I be of help to you?" She asked, looking sternly at me.

I looked from her feet back to her face. "And why are you like this?" I asked, looking disgusted by her maid outfit. It looked so seductive, exposing the coverage of her breast slightly.

She looks down...