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94. Not a hotel

94. Not a hotel

I stroll into the corridor to see if I can spot a caterer. None. Riley chose this room at the far end and there aren’t many partygoers lingering in this wing. I have no choice but to call Camilla. To my luck, she picks up.

“Miko?” Camilla says in an extra chirpy voice. “Guess what? You can’t boss me around anymore.”

I snort. The past few days she told me many times—teasingly—that she cannot wait to stop seeing my face.

“If you are happy, I am happy.”

“What is it?”

With a slight turn of my head towards the bathroom, I realize the water is running. Is Riley taking a freaking bath?

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I explain the situation, and Camilla giggles. I am not sure what’s funny about it. Or maybe she is intoxicated too.

“Don’t worry, I will send food along with some stuff for the stay,” she says, and I frown.

“I have no plans to stay.”

“Just in case…” she sings and cuts the call.

Then It dawns on me… I can’t take Riley outside without the paparazzi swarming in the
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