Uncle Georgia peeked at the window again. "I think you should call Aston already, Thalia. I will leave for work and open the bar. They might see you here."
Uncle Georgia doesn't want to leave me alone because there are a lot of reporters outside, even if it's past dinner time.
I really don't want to call Aston. He is not even calling me even after what happened last night! I mean it's not necessary to call me but how he treated me last night made me feel like he will text and ask me how am I doing!
I thought he can even visit me!
"Thalia!" Uncle shouted on me. "Are you listening? I said ask you boyfriend for help!"
Why would I? This is the media. I am sure that Aston knows I am surrounded by reporters because of internet— but what is he doing now?
Nothing!
"Uncle, I can handle myse
