Leonardo stood at the edge of the front porch with both hands gripping the wooden barrier. The morning wind blowing softly slowly cooled the hot air on his face, yet failed to calm the turmoil inside his chest. He was just about to let out a sigh of relief when the flat object in his pants pocket returned to vibrate with a constant rhythm.
Leo reached for his phone, thinking it was a call from his manager again. However, the furrow on his brow directly deepened upon seeing the name listed on that digital screen.
Michelle Hartwell.
Leo slid the green button with hesitation, then pasted the phone to his ear without making even a single sound.
"Hello, darling Leo," Michelle's characteristic spoiled and soft voice was heard from the other side of the phone connection. Her tone of speaking
