"Sarah speaking." Louis' mother's cheerful voice is heard from the other end of the line. I clear my throat while adjusting my hold on the mobile phone.
"Sarah, this is William."
I sound as composed as usual. This isn't something I rarely do. When I was little, my parents used to bring me along when they're attending society events and invitations. I've learned enough about the manner of speaking with elders, especially socializing with the wealthiest elders.
"Oh, hey, William." She replies. "What is it?"
"I just want to tell you that I'm bringing Louis to my house after school, just in case you're wondering."
"Is there something happened?" There is a thin layer of worry covering her question. Motherly instinct, I presume.
"Nothing important, Sarah. It's just..." I
