Trista's pov

The man named Ira made a welcoming gesture,

"Miss, please follow me."

I followed him and was about to ask who Donald was, but after thinking about it, I didn't think it was necessary, after all, once we get off the plane we will be separated and I will hardly have a chance to meet in the future。

"These are the toiletries, these are the clothes, the bathroom is over there, the shower is ready." introduced Ira politely.

I looked at the dress on one side, "Is that for me too?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Looks like a lot of women spend the night here with all those changes of...