Anxiety

The car slowed to a stop outside the mansion, and Sophie jumped out of it immediately. Rhys settled the car, then followed her into the house. Her aunt, Eliana, stood at the doorway and eyed them as they approached.

“You guys are back so early!” She remarked, then glanced at Sophie. “Is she alright? Rhys? Sophie, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Rhys stepped up. “Uhh, she’s fine. I mean, she’s sick. She had a little migraine, so we had to leave the party early.”

She moved to one side and ushered them in. “Come in, come in. I’d prepare a soup for you, Sophie. It should help with your headache.”

She tapped at one of the couches. “Here, Rhys. Make her sit here. She was never a fan of crowds. I thought the city would have changed her by now. Hmmm, but I guess somethings never change.”

Sophie smiled nervously and blinked her eyes at Rhys. “Uhhh… I mean, you really don’t have to outdo yourself, ma’am. It’s just a slight headache. I’m sure a little sleep will help