The sound of the bell ringing at the door made Isabella look up. There was Anne, who approached inside carrying a box with her wary expression.
The scenery had been like that since she watched her at The Royals yesterday. By then, the woman had been looking so anxious and bothered.
Clearing her throat, Isabella fixed her hair before removing her glasses. “So, what do you think about next week’s opening? Would it be great timing to welcome the summer?”
There was a moment of silence. She thought it was just a random silence while Anne thought of an opinion. But no–the silence lasted longer, pushing her patience to the edge.
Seemingly, Anne heard nothing. She continued unboxing one box after another one as if she wasn’t talking to her.
“Anne,” she approached for the second time. But
