Syna was in the middle of her preparations for company, and was applying her eyeliner when her cell phone vibrated on the dressing table and she heard "Grrr Grrr."
"Ouch!"
Her eyeliner smudged onto the eyelid because of sudden intrusion in that quiet room. Neither she left her room after they returned from the party nor Sinclair arrived to check on her.
"Who is calling me?"
She gritted and saw a familiar number glowing up on the screen.
She leaped forward to attend the call as her heart skipped a beat, she knew who it could be.
"Hello, Mrs Syna MacLaverty!"
Sinclair vocalized as his words felt like honey to Syna, as the Lord addressed the lady with suitable title.
Syna felt her smoke leaving her ears and cheeks going tomato red. Her naive innocent heart fluttered at those words.
'Oh my Gosh!'
Her inner self was unable to digest such a blunt addressing.
