Lucas was like a statue, his back against the wall and his phone in hand.

"How are you still here?" Larissa asked. She thought that he had left long ago.

Lucas stowed his phone back into his pocket and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought that your gown would not be cleaned so easily…" His eyes glanced over to Larissa's bosom as he spoke, and when he saw the unchanged red stain, his expression shifted.

"I'm familiar with the owner of this villa. I can help you borrow a fresh set