"Sir…" Mitts knocked on the door again. "You need to be ready and present at the venue right on schedule….." he rambled on.
Julius just buried his head on the curve of her shoulder the smile still lingering. Isobel could only breathe in a sigh of relief as she looked down at the man wearing a fake smile. She was confused, why was he smiling when there's nothing to smile about? She waited for him to leave.
"Sir are you awake? Please answer if you are". Mitts was persistent as he still went on and on behind the closed door.
Julius drew in a loud audible breathe, tipped her chin up and stared at her attentively before saying;
