Her heart skipped a beat.
For a split second, her mind played a trick on her, making her think it was the man she had just been dreaming about. She scrambled off the bed, smoothing her hair and checking the mirror before opening the door.
However, to her surprise, the person standing outside wasn't Westley. It was Mr. Charles.
She quickly hid her disappointment and asked in a slightly surprised tone, "What brings you to my suite, Mr. Charles? I hope there isn't a problem?"
"No problem at all. I just wanted to discuss a few things with you," Mr. Charles clarified.
"I see," Evie replied.
"May I come in, or would you prefer to discuss this here in the doorway?"
Evie didn't think much of it and invited him inside.
"Come in."
She offered him a chair and then sat on the edge of the bed, a few meters away from where he was seated.
