Anton folded his arms and leaned on the wall, watching Cassie look at the vacuum cleaner. She held the vacuum as if it were her first time to see one. She claimed to be eighteen, but as she sat cross-legs on the floor, she looked like a child ready to break the device into small pieces.
He could imagine Arman, his father, freaking out because Agnes hired another hand to help the inn. They seldom get visitors because of the hotels sprouting in the town. With fewer guests, the only hand Agnes needed was him and his father.
Never before had he seen anyone someone as captivating as Cassie. She was so beautiful that when he saw her earlier, he thought an angel had come down from heaven to help his grandmother. He cleared his throat and mustered a smile when Cassie raised her head to meet his
