Chapter 16. Music Hall

Danielle’s POV

I walked swiftly towards the washing machine, my hair held up in a messy bun. I was wearing a big round-neck top over denim shorts.

It’s a Saturday — the day we do all our laundry and clean up the apartment. Normally it’s our room janitor that’s supposed to be doing that but we sent her away. Although she begged to at least be coming on Mondays to clean up for us since we are always busy on such days. After much thought, we reluctantly agreed.

Why did we send her away? Well, we love doing our stuff ourselves.

Cilia just finished cleaning the room and was heading to the kitchen to clean it up, Tania was taking care of the restroom and myself? I just finished doing the laundry.

I picked up the basket of clean clothes that I’d already folded neatly. I walked back to the room with the clothes and settled on fixing them in the closet. My phone rang, the one I used in communicating with close fans. Who could it be? I thought.

Walking to t