Chapter Fifteen

“Woah..”

The slippery trunk handle slithered through her hand, hitting the ground rather gently than harshly. But not gentle enough for Mrs. Moore. As usual.

“Layla!”

“Oh .. sorry Mum”, Layla apologized rather too hastily, a distracted apology as her eyes seemed glued to the magnificent building in front of her. She could see the inside already through the glass or rather she could see through the glass that framed half of the building, living room upward.

“Get the other things from the car, Layla”, her mother's strict tone lashed at her, snapping her mind out of captivation. Layla's small, quick feet went down the stairs.

“Welcome Madam”, the doorman greeted Tricia as she stepped in.

“Thank you.”

He offered to take her bag from her but she declined.

“Oh dear, that wouldn't be necessary”, she said, smiling kindly at him.

“Thank you”

“Yes ma'am”. He nodded in approval and dashed outside to help Layla.

Just then, Alistair came out of his room, headed for the stairs. When Tricia saw him