Chapter 8
Lillianna was back in her apartment and had placed the call earlier to the professor. He had accepted the meeting and would be at her office in about two hours from now. She had moved her laptop to the large dining room table in the grand reception room along with all of her other papers and books. It made the large, seemingly empty space feel more lived-in and less lonely. She didn’t think she would be having any grand Eighteenth-Century-style dinner parties in here anytime soon. You’d have to know someone first to have a dinner party. Right now, the only person she felt that she knew somewhat, or had any sort of connection to, was Marika. She had been kind enough to call Lillianna last night just to see how she was doing and adjusting to her new life in Budapest and to let her
