Chapter 032

Amelia

I paced back and forth, deep in thought as I processed what Isabel had just said. She stood patiently, waiting for my reaction or permission to leave.

My mind was raced with questions and doubts, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Is there anything else, ma'am?" she asked.

I let out a sigh of frustration, "Uh..." my response trailed off as I hesitated. My gaze drifted towards the door, distracted by the muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps outside.

I slowly approached the door and turned the handle. Pulled it open and was met with the sight of Alexander standing in the hallway, his back turned towards me.

What on earth was he doing? Then he turned around, and his appearance caught me off guard. He looked like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to prom, clutching a rose in one hand and a bag in the other. I wasn't sure what was in it.

He looked fazed. "Hi," I said.

"Hi," he muttered, clearing his throat