Noreen's POV
Is he really all right? Is he feeling better?
That question swirled around in my head.
I had just processed the design plans we discussed yesterday at Thiery's mansion, when he was sick, but my mind kept thinking about him.
Ah, damn!
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Jonathan asked. His head tilted slightly to the left and his eyes focused on me. "You've been sighing all day."
I quickly regrouped. "I've had a little trouble with my work, and I'm feeling a little hungry."
Jonathan smiled, and I was stunned. Uh, why am I just now realizing how similar Jonathan and Thiery smile?
Oh no, this is bad.
"I have a delicious chocolate cake," Jonathan said, getting up from his chair. "A friend of mine is having a birthday at school yesterday and they're giving out cakes."
Jonathan
