Of all people, why did it always have to be Ian Han? The guy literally convinced my dad that it had to be me, cleaning his room, because apparently, "June cleans like a pro."
Who even talks like that?
I stood at the gate, holding my cleaning kit in hand, trying to psych myself up.
One hour, maybe two tops. Then I can run off to Ash without being late for the party. It's 12 pm. Party's at 7. June, you got this.
The gate swung open and the butler greeted. "Hello, Miss June," he said. "Uh…I didn't get a memo we were expecting you today."
"Yeah, Ian booked me," I replied, keeping it cool.
"Ohh," he murmured, lifting a brow. "He should be in. You can go meet him upstairs. You still remember the way, right? Or… should I show you?"
"Ohh, thank you, sir. I can manage from here."
He gave a single nod and walked away.
I stomped up the stairs, holding my cleaning kit, until I stopped in front of Ian's annoying ass room.
I knocked, but he opened it before I could even talk.
