Ambrose was not kidding when he told me he’ll be with us the next day. When I woke up, he was already dressed up to go and meet with Sam. Well, that’s better than seeing him with nothing but a small towel hugging his waist. I get flustered even with just thinking about it.
He’s reading something by the coffee table as the rays of the sun illuminated his face.
I sat up from the bed and rubbed my eyes. “You’re early,” I mumbled as I looked at the huge clock on the wall. It’s only seven. Sam didn’t tell us what time she’ll be meeting with us. To be honest, I didn’t really care about it yesterday because I was itching to leave. Maybe Roselyn knows.
Ambrose turned to me and smiled. “Good morning,” he said as he leaned his elbow on the table and his chin on top of his palm. “Are you still sle
