“Miss DaLair! Miss DaLair!”
Aria paused halfway across the lobby. After several hours in front of her computer, she was eager to depart. The last hour, in particular, it had been difficult to focus, and the words on her computer screen began to blur together. She was beginning to understand why her father needed reading glasses. Aria wondered if she should get a pair for herself. She certainly didn’t want to strain her eyes to the point of needing prescription glasses.
Frowning, she recalled a conversation during dinner after they helped her settle into her new place. It sounded like Alexis needed glasses or had needed glasses for a while and finally started wearing them. That was something Aria would have to ask her about. She knew Alexis had always been sensitive about her vision and
