Suddenly, he was startled by a knock on the huge metal door to his room. Quickly, he tightened his grip on the knot in his nightgown and turned back.
"Who is this?" He growled in a thick voice. Pulling back the doorknob, Arya walked into his room, frowning, with a tense look on her face. She looked a little pale, frowning, and walked to him.
"Mother?"
"Why haven't you come to the dinner party yet? You didn't even answer my phone, William" She fussed at him, looking annoyed from her cast.
"Mom, I'm late for work and—"
"I asked Ivory to pick you up from your office. But even she gave up on the party we threw to introduce the two of you to our guests. I bet... you two must have fought over something." Words Before she could finish speaking, she crossed her arms and thrust in with a stern gesture.
