It seemed that he was too busy to make even a short reply.
She became more sleepless, rose from her bed, and went downstairs to the living room. She curled up on the sofa like a little animal that no one wanted, gazing at the white orchid screen for a long time, so long that she was almost petrified. The large room was tranquil. Would it be better if it were smaller? Irish turned on the TV as boredom struck her, and the sound of the television filled the solitude of her heart.
She aimlessly changed the channel, and finally, on the screen, she saw a familiar face wearing a bright smile. She stopped and stared at it. It seemed like a press conference, and Irish didn't pay attention to the woman's face, only noticing the bunch of microphones before her. It was Britney White, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds.
