Collector of Hearts

Extract:

“Jessica Jung. Aged very old. Cleans like a wench on valium.” I cringed at the description Jung Joonyoung gave as he continued to paint. God knew how much I hated this job. I was Alice and he was the Mad Hatter, doing what he pleased. As of now he had been struck by inspiration and I was stuck wearing a maid uniform while holding a feathered duster that made my nose twitch. So far I’d sneezed at least ten times, each of which made Joonyoung curse.