The bed had already been crumpled many times because of Elizabeth’s twirling around her comforter and legs flapping. She sighed aggressively as she repeatedly opened her messages on her cellphone, simply yet desperately waiting for Cross’ texts.
It had been three days since Cross had not called nor texted her. She wanted to ask someone, but his friends are high-positioned directors in the company she is currently working for. It is not as if she has to be feeling close to them, right?
In the end, she gave up on waiting and rousted off from the bed to prepare dinner. She opened the door, almost wide as if she had not seen her mother downstairs talking to a man who was turning his back.
“You can’t come here,” her mother said deadpan, but genuine worriedness was in her eyes. “I don’t want
