Two days later.
At the mansion, Paul was staring at Herty's number on his phone. Anytime he dialled, he ended the call immediately without allowing it to connect. He couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to give her, even though the latter gave him her number. He wasn't ready to follow her to Friday's service and yet, he wanted to see her.
Worrying what the outcome may be, he decides to confide in Danica. Perhaps, Danica might give him some interesting information about her. In the kitchen, Danica was making dinner for everyone but Loney's was special. Today, she intended to eat dinner with him. At least, it would convey a message, right?
"Hey Danica, what are you cooking?" Paul was stretching his neck to look inside the pot, completely dug up by the aroma.
"Taco rice with grilled chic
