A week later,
"Young Miss, there is someone who wants to meet you. He says that it's urgent." The old butler knocked on the door and uttered.
She looked up from her laptop and nodded lightly. "Take him to the living room. I will meet him there in ten minutes." She asked the old butler as she her fingers continued to move over the keys.
She wanted to go and see the person right away but stopped herself from doing so because of how battered she looked. Shutting the screen of her laptop, she headed towards the walk-in closet. No matter how much she hated it, she still needed to look presentable, not for herself but for Adam's sake.
A sharp pang shot inside her chest as the familiar name rolled over her tongue. "Adam."
