Dallie fiddled with her anxiety relief diamond spinning ring. Nyra was already up in her room after dinner. She must be so tired from the long air trip from the Philippines. Meanwhile, Dallie observed Grégoire instructing a maid to bring a few of his baggage that were delivered to the mansion from his place.
“Is this what your call earlier was all about?” she asked him when the maid was out of earshot, facing him.
“This is my grandfather’s house, so I can do whatever, can’t I?” he pointed out.
She snorted a little. “I can’t believe you just said that. Don’t you realize you’re now contradicting yourself? You said you and your grandfather have some personal space or something like that, right?”
“Well, that’s how family is. You really don’t have personal space, don’t you think?” he reason
