It's been three days now and Kassandra crumbled the note that Serena had left and threw it away, “Goddammit. Why can’t you f*****g talk?!” The cat hissed at her, racing away and she heard things getting broken in her living room.
She stood and went to pick back the crushed paper, crouching on the floor, rereading it again to see if she could find anything from it: Doctor, I’m sorry I was rude to you this morning. I thought you’d come with me but it’s fine. I know you’re a busy and important person. I understand that I can’t take you away from your work. I promise I will never ask anything that takes too much from you as from now. You’re wonderful and I love you. ~Serena
She tried to think about the name of that art collector she mentioned but she wasn’t getting it right. Was it Rodrigue
