CHAPTER 65

CHAPTER 65

Melisca started to move, and her ears caught up with the conversations around her. There were whispers about her. She groaned inwardly. She can't wave off their curiosity.

Lorna was shortly chatting with the receptionist, who was in a blue tight blazer and pencil skirt, hair styled in a tight bun. The whole lobby looked like a hotel lounge, except for the people that seemed out of place with the white dazzling glow and ambiance of the white walls and furniture.

"Portia, this is Melisca. My new friend." Lorna introduced them as she stood against the white marble desk that separated their area.