Inside her car, Kelsie couldn't help feeling like a bum in a bum car with the various exotic cars driving in.
Smacking her lips, she opened the door and alighted, only to see a valet standing behind her.
Glancing at the cars parked behind her, she raised a questioning brow, "I'm sorry, did I park in the wrong spot?"
He smiled and shook his head in disagreement.
"Not at all. I've just been informed you were invited by Elderly Mr. Adler. So I'm here to hold your things as you walk into the house."
Briefly glancing at the entrance, she refused, "Isn't the entrance that way? Unless it isn't, I don't think I need any help."
Recalling what was said to him a moment ago, he held both palms and rubbed them together, pleading, "Please let me hold them for you, ma'am. I could lose my job if they find out I didn't do this."
Kelsie was taken aback hearing this.
