Chapter 221: Rich People Problems
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The moment I opened my eyes the next morning, the room was already buzzing with activity. Maids flitted around like they were on a mission, they were opening closet doors, laying out garment bags, and wheeling in trays of hot coffee and pastries, as if we were gearing up for a royal event instead of just a two-hour flight.
Someone had already drawn back the heavy silk curtains, flooding the suite with pale winter light that bounced off the mirrors in bright flashes. My phone read 7:42 a.m., which meant we were officially running late, and in Keith Fell’s world, being late was basically a crime.
I barely had a moment to rub the sleep from my eyes before a maid...Maria, I think, appeared with a tray of fresh orange juice and a warm croissant.
"Mr. Noah, we need to hurry. The car leaves for the airport in thirty minutes."
I mumbled something unintelligible, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stumbled into the bathroom, where another maid was already running the shower and laying out the outfit Mom picked: a soft gray cashmere sweater, tailored black trousers, and ankle boots that probably cost more than what I paid in rent for my old apartment. Everything had this faint scent of lavender and wealth.
By the time I stepped out, hair still damp and hastily styled, Adrien was leaning against the doorway, dressed in dark jeans and a charcoal sweater that made his eyes look striking. He held two travel mugs like they were offerings of peace.
"Ready for your maiden voyage, princess?" he smirked.
I snatched the coffee from him. "If you call me princess one more time, I swear I’m spilling this on your shoes."
He laughed, following me downstairs, where Mom was directing the final luggage loading in the foyer like a general. Keith was on his phone, looking sharp in a navy coat, while the driver stood by the open door of the black Escalade.