About an hour later, Maria went and knocked on Fiona's door.
“Fiona, can you hear me? It is time to meet with David Federer and his family. Fiona?” She called.
She grumbled, ruffling her hair as she stood up. Her mind began running with a thousand thoughts.
‘I really want to enjoy wealth,’ she said to herself. ‘But why do I suddenly feel so guilty about myself? Why don't I want to go and meet David? Why do I feel guilty about being with Judah in the first place? What is going on with me?’ she asked herself, yet, she had no answer to the question.
“If you are planning on not going, then it's not going to work, Fiona. Come out now,” her mother called.
“I'm coming, Mom!” Fiona growled, getting up and walking to the door.
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