❛ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ❜
❛ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭. ❜
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"We see you!" His voice pierces the air, igniting a burst of adrenaline within me.
Just as I take...
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"Mrs. Vanderbilt, it's so nice to see you here." I greet her with a warm smile, pressing kisses to both her cheeks.
In return, she reciprocates the gesture.
"Darling, not a chance I'd miss this," she remarks while adjusting her purse.
"I mean, who'd miss the opportunity to have you as a model in their magazine?" Mrs. Vanderbilt says this while raising an eyebrow, obviously hinting at something.
With a chuckle and a subtle shake of my head, I choose to overlook it.
"That's very kind, Mrs. Vanderbilt, but I'm swamped at the moment," I lie smoothly, and fortunately, she buys it.
She exhales softly and sadly, crossing her arms together. "Upsetting, but it was worth a try."
Mrs. Vanderbilt lets out a soft, disappointed sigh and crosses her arms. "Disappointing, but it's worth a shot."
"You have my number, right?" She asks, and I nod. "Well, give me a call when you're less swamped up." She waves before departing, and my smile fades, returning to the frown I wore before.
I look around cautiously, making sure I was alone before slipping through a back door.
Underneath the shimmering twinkle of distant lights, I approach a fountain, and pull my phone out and dial a number, my heart quickening as it rings for a while.
Until finally, her voice soothes the racing beats within me.
"Abi, you didn't miss the call." Skye exclaims happily.
A smile graces my face, and began to walk around the fountain. "Of course I wouldn't miss the call, sprout."
"I told you, same time every week."
Skye's excitement is palpable even through the phone. "I thought maybe you were busy or something."
I chuckle softly, the fountain's gentle glow from above casting a calming aura. "No chance."
"I always make time for our calls."
"How was your day?" I ask.
She launches into a detailed account of her day, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
I listen intently, and every now and then, I interject with a question or a comment.
Every week, like clockwork, Skye and I have our daily phone call.
She tells me all about her day, and she tries to listen to me explain my day, but I know I bore her, so I just keep it as short as I can for her.
Telling her the parts that I know would excite her.
During these conversations, I've intentionally avoided any mention of her father.
It's a deliberate choice on my part, I really do love this man, and I know that it may not seem like that with how long I have been away from him.
