FOR the next few days, I was completely engulfed in sadness. Lucas and I hardly see each other anymore. He often comes home late at night. In the morning, I was still asleep when he left.
"Oh, why does your face look like it's in debt?" Flor asked me while we had breakfast together.
"I'm just thinking about Lucas. The whole week that I've been staying here, we've only met and talked twice," I said sadly. In fact, the last time we met and talked was when he kissed me.
"Oh, he's always busy. Lucas and Alfred always leave so early in the morning and come home late at night," the maid explained.
I just nodded in response.
"Do you miss him? Why don't you try to call him?"
"No need! I'm sure he won't answer that either."
"Hmm, don't worry. I'll tell him later. I'm actually doubting why he
