The Gala.
"Hello, Harper. Xavier wants you in his office," I frowned, looking over my shoulder at Charlotte, who was holding a pickle jar.
"Why?" she shrugged, continuing to eat the pickle and dip a chip in it. I made a disgusted expression. How she can consume that is beyond my understanding. But my cravings were stranger than hers during my pregnancy. She is pregnant with her second child, and she is due at any moment.
"I don't know, but you have to go to him, he said he misses you," she replied, making a kissing expression that made me blush intensely.
"Shut it," she chuckles as she walks away in the opposite direction. I wash my mud-splattered hands. Few days back, I got fond with gardening, which allows me to forget about my stress and anxieties for a few minutes. After making
