Chapter 29: Horace
Horace held the front door open as the porters strolled inside. They carried enough luggage to form a small hill. The bags themselves were very expensive, he could identify some fashion brand’s logo or another emblazoned on them. Horace knew he couldn’t buy these bags with his paycheck even if he saved up for a year.
“Right,” Ava said nasally, waving her intricate fan to cool herself. She looked around his house in the derisive way only rich people can muster.
Horace felt bad for a second. He felt ashamed of his home. Then he changed his mind and gritted his teeth. Nobody had forced her to show up here. She could go to a hotel or something.
“Where is my room?” Ava asked as the porters waited with her luggage.
“Uh, well, in that one sleep Gula and Lux. And in that on
