A week later.
The phone ringing aloud on top of the alabaster study table captured my attention. Sighing, I lowered the reviewer on top of other academic books I'd been skimming over an hour ago and reached for the phone. I vacated my seat and touched the answer button after gingerly glancing at the screen.
Alexander's calling. The frown scrunching my eyebrows faded instantly. My spirit lit up. It's been a week since papa and I last talked. I missed him badly. It's uplifting to hear his voice again.
"How did your interview go yesterday, Beatrix?"
I could imagine father standing on the terrace with phone in hand, eyes roaming below the garden. I suddenly missed Crawford Mansion, I wished I was there.
