Chapter 47 Fantastic

• I wiped my hands, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. My cheeks still felt hot, and I couldn’t stop replaying the interaction with Mr. Thorne in my head. What the hell was that? He was too close, too smug, and way too aware of the effect he had on me.
• “Get it together,” I muttered under my breath, tossing the towel onto the counter. I needed to get out of here before I drove myself crazy overthinking everything.
• As I walked out of the kitchen, I nearly bumped into Maria, the housekeeper. She was carrying a basket of folded linens, her ever-efficient self.