Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I'm not entirely sure how most of us managed to get back to our room after the party. It was still blasting with music and squashed with people until super early hours. That's why we aren't cook for the day, but instead we had to all clean up later on.
Regarding the 'most of us' who got back to our room, I mean me, Elena and Sam. Vera was probably still else where with Damiano. But that didn't surprise me in the slightest.
I got back soon after the thing that happened with Harlow and I was the luckiest girl in the world when I walked into that bedroom and no one else was there. So I headed straight to the bathroom and showered for a half hour before getting into bed. I remember not being too sore anymore after the shower, which was good.
Elena got back an hour after me, claiming she made some girl friends and danced some more with a little to drink down at the club. Sam got back two hours after her, I think, and her excuse was that she was with the guy in the burgundy suit.
I'm a bit of a light sleeper.
I woke up a little later than usual, getting out of bed to get changed and help out in my part of cleaning. Everyone of the maids had to pitch in and the whole mansion was to be cleaned today.
I'm sure a lot of the girls were also a bit hung over from last night and a few of them wouldn't be up early to clear up so I decided to at least go and start off.
I changed into the usual outfit for the job and left. On my way, I collected a cleaning trolley and left for the ground floor rooms and hallways.
The hallways would've been a little easier to clean as it's just open space, but the rooms and the club are what I'm walking towards. I know the club definitely needs cleaning, and so does the main area the party was held in. I head straight through to the game room first with my trolley.
And I know it's a bad idea, considering the events that happened there last night, but I'd rather clean any remaining mess up that would give evidence something happened there.
Oh god cameras.
I really hope no one was monitoring the camera in the game room at the hour Harlow was..
Yeah.
It's okay, I'm sure everyone was busy and no one noticed us. But if they see a mess they might think to check so I head on over.
I walk in with my trolley and park it by the door.
I inspect the area me and Harlow were in last night, but it all seems to be pretty clean. No evidence, no nothing. No melted ice cubes.
There's nothing to worry about, then. Still though, I take a cloth and apply it to the legs of the pool table end I was at, just in case. When I look back up, I notice the glass of scotch atop the pool table and a wave of embarrassment flushes me once again.
