She placed her hand on it again and squeezed it. "I am so sorry for your situation and I do hope that it gets resolved fast."
"Look at you!" a voice from the entrance came, making them turn sharply towards the source.
Wearing grey slacks with black sweater and black boots, Darla was looking well rested. She had tied her hair in a neat bun on the top of her head. She sauntered to their table and stood there with a hand on her hip and the other one holding a letter. Looking at where she was holding Aidan's hand, she lashed, "Wasn't Ileus enough that now you are going after Aidan?"
Anastasia growled. "Are you insane?" she said, removing her hand from Aidan's.
"Darla!" Aidan chided her.
