Chapter Seventy-eight

ELSA'S POV

Arthur and I had spoken recently so why couldn't I just get some rest? I hadn't given him a no or a yes and yet I was bothered about Emily. Kelly was still around though, making my every day a nightmare.

I rushed downstairs when I could no longer hold what I longed to ask inside. I knocked on the door of Arthur's office when no one answered I knocked again, this time his baritone voice called out and ordered whomever it was in. I entered. He sat at his table, his spectacles on, and his laptop sat on top of the table as he tick-tacked away. He paused as he saw me, then smiled lightly and resumed again.

"Hey, Elsa."

"Hi. I didn't even know you wear spectacles, are those real lenses?" I asked and he laughed and nodded.

"I do wear spectacles, I just try to keep them in here alone. I work with them and dispose of them. They make me feel old, older than I am." He joked and I laughed.

"They make you look great though."

"Thank you." He said and we stayed there for a while, staring