The silence was broken by a soft knock on the door. A beat skipped in my chest.
With the phone still warm against my ear I froze for a second. In the deafening silence of the room the tentative gentle knock sounded like a thunderclap.
Since Fred was on the other end of the line it couldn't be him. Carson had already made his spectacular departure so it couldn't be him.
Only one person remained.
Not even a second knock was necessary before the door swung open. It was Victoria.
With a mask of icy rage covering her face she stood there as a picture of flawless elegance.
As soon as I fumbled with the phone I hung up before she could hear Fred's voice.
I blurted out my voice shaky but defiant “You can’t just barge in here!”
With my legs still feeling weak and a towel still loosely
