"Where are we heading to, Madam?" Alfred asked, looking at Arwen through the rearview mirror.
Arwen glanced up at him and smiled. "We will be heading to Foster Mansion," she replied, and even though the mention of Foster Mansion made Alfred pause for a second, he didn't question.
Nodding to her politely, he started the car, driving in the said direction.
Arwen remained seated behind when she heard her phone ring. Seeing it was Margaret calling, she picked up the call immediately answering it. "Aunt Margaret, did you find it?"
Margaret paused —might be because she went straight to ask about the album, she had asked her to look into last time. But Arwen could control herself. Even though she hadn't called again to inquire about it, she had never forgotten about it. She just didn't want to sound desperate for it, but just now, she already gave herself away.
"I am sorry," she apologized, biting her tonged softly. "I didn't mean to rush you. It's just that —"
