C80 Mark's POV

The soft roar of a car filled my ears as I walked out of the kitchen in my flip-flops. No one knows where this place exists except Amelia. A smile graced my lips. She’s here. I put the wine glass down, smoothened my white polo with my hands and quickly fixed my hair in the mirror. I rushed to the door, waiting to hear the soft tap of her knuckles against the wooden door before pulling it open