Olive exclaimed, “Oh! Trixie is actually here!”
Raoul motioned to his sister to keep quiet.
Noah made the first greeting, “Good morning, Madam Patricia. Please join us.”
Trixie’s mother responded, “I will just wait for my daughter at the living room. Please continue with your breakfast. I apologize for my intrusion.”
Trixie stopped eating, looked at Noah as they talked with just the use of their eyes, went to the kitchen to quickly wash her hands, and then went to the living room and then escorted her mother up to the loft in Noah’s bedroom.
Her mother asked her in a hushed voice, “Will you not really come home, pumpkin?”
Trixie responded, “We already talked about this matter before, Mom. I won’t be able to come home because Noah and I will never be together.”
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