Chapter 4: A call and a storm
Mason glanced at Sarah briefly, then turned to his grandmother. "Grandma, come with me. Let’s talk outside. I’ll explain everything."
Grandmother raised an eyebrow. "You better," she huffed, grabbing her cane and smiling at Sarah.
Sarah watched as Mason gently placed a hand on his grandmother’s back and guided her down the hallway. He didn’t look back at her once, and that somehow made her chest tighten. She was still confused. Everything felt like a dream, no, more like a movie she didn’t audition for.
As Mason and his grandmother disappeared around the corner, Sarah stood still in the middle of the hall. It was only when one of the housekeepers passed by with a towel in hand and bowed politely that Sarah realized she was in someone’s home. A very, very big home.
She blinked and slowly walked back to the guest room she had come out from earlier. Her legs felt weak, and her head was spinning. The soft carpet under her feet didn’t help ground her either. Everything looked so luxurious—the walls, the chandelier, the furniture. Even the doorknob sparkled.
She gently pushed open the door and stepped inside the room again. The place was huge, decorated in soft white and cream colors. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor, trying to piece her thoughts together.
Suddenly, there was a knock.
"Come in," she said softly.
A young maid stepped inside with a tray in hand. She smiled politely and bowed. "Good morning, Miss. Would you like some tea?"
Sarah shook her head, then looked up. "Wait. Can you tell me... where am I?"
The maid blinked, surprised. "You’re in Mr. Mason Liu’s residence, Miss."