Olivia ca after completing the call. Her expression was serious.
When Selene saw her, she asked, "What's wrong? Did you talk with Eric?"
The assistant nodded. "He said we have already reduced and cancelled what we could. For the rest, we have to manage."
"Okay."
"It would hardly be taking a week or s—" Olivia paused, suddenly realizing that Selene had agreed without refusing. "You agree?"
Selene looked at her calmly before nodding. "Yes, I did," she confird. "Isn't it just a week more?"
Olivia was not just surprised, she was shocked. But she composed herself quickly before nodding and briefing her out. "Yes, there is a photoshoot day after tomorrow and a brand event to attend later in the week. With these two done, we can leave for Cralens."
"Okay," Selene nodded as if understanding it well. "Two events are an easy feat. We will attend them and then go. Make arrangents accordingly."
Of course, it wasn't difficult. Olivia knew it. What surprised her was not it being an easy job, but rather Selene accepting it.
Hadn't she been stubborn monts ago?
Then, what made her change her mind so suddenly?
"What?" Selene snapped her assistant out of her daze when she caught her staring at her. "Is there anything else?"
Olivia shook her head and quickly said, "No, ma'am. I will go and make arrangents." With that, she hurried out.
Once she was gone, Selene's expression changed. The darkness returned in her gaze, and she grabbed her phone to make a call.
Just after a few rings, the call was connected. And the mont it did, her deanor changed.
"Grandpa," she greeted softly before demanding in a spoiled manner. "You have to help ."
Hearing his precious granddaughter calling out of the blue, Old Martin was puzzled. But he recovered soon and responded, "You are the princess of our Martin family. There isn't a lot that's not in your access. So, in exactly what do you need your grandpa's help?"
Selene paused for a second as if deciding how to put her words. When she decided, she finally spoke, "Grandpa, you haven't treated to als in a long ti. Don't you think you are caring for less and less these days?"
A flutter of amused laughter rang from the other end of the call. "Oh, it's just about a al. No worries, I will ask soone to arrange it right away. I heard you have returned ho recently, so —"
Before he could even complete, Selene interjected him adding to the plans. "Yes, we will go, Grandpa. But let's also invite Grandpa Winslow. It's been so long since I have paid my visit to him."
Old Martin halted there. The line went silent for a few seconds before he asked, his words calculated and asured. "You want to ask Morgan out?"
A glitter sparkled in Selene's gaze before she humd.
"Yes, I returned after so long, and I miss both of you," she reasoned before continuing. "And since I won't be staying here for long, a week probably, I thought why not et both of you together. After all, I rember Grandpa Winslow adores just as much as you do. I should reciprocate the sa, right?"
The old man laughed on the other side of the line. "Fine, I understood it all. But I don't think I can make it soon."
"What do you an, grandpa?" Selene asked, frowning imdiately.
To which, Old Martin replied, "I an, I didn't know you were running off again in a week. I am abroad for sothing and would only be returning next week. So, let's do it the next ti you co."
"No, grandpa," Selene was quick to disagree, her tone rising imdiately. "How could you refuse ? Didn't you always agree to what I asked? It's just a al, co back, have it and then you can go again."
"I can't do that, Selene. I am in the middle of sothing and can't leave. Isn't it just a al? We can arrange it another ti."
Selene was on the verge of losing her calm. But still knowing she can't let her grandpa see through her, she held in and tried her best to act as much as she could.
"Fine, grandpa," she said. "If you have sothing, I won't be stubborn. I will go and visit Grandpa Winslow alone. You can carry on with your work."
The old man didn't think much. Humming, he simply said, "Okay, go on. Grandpa will take you out when I am back."
They exchanged a few words before Selene cut their conversation short and hung up the call. She didn't have much patience left, and she didn't want her grandfather to guess her intentions.
Once the call was disconnected, she made another call …
***
The next day —
Arwen woke up late. Although she had a good, comfortable sleep, still when she opened her eyes, her swollen eyes felt heavy.
She winced and the very next mont felt sothing cold pressing against her eyes, relieving her of the pain.
"This …"
"It will relieve it. Stay still."
She heard Aiden's voice, and her lips curled up in a warm smile. "You kept it ready? How considerate!"
Aiden didn't respond imdiately. He simply sat and pressed the cold press against her eyes and waited for her to feel better. When he removed it, he asked, his gaze looking at her in concern. "How are you feeling now? Is it better?"
Arwen blinked a few tis and nodded. "Yes. Thank you," she said before adding. "It feels much better. How did you know that I would need that?"
"You have winced a few tis during your sleep, so I asked Mr. Jones to keep it prepared," he replied without telling that for the whole night, he stayed awake, looking after her.
But even though he didn't reveal, the dark circles around his eyes did. Arwen saw it and reached out to brush her fingers. "You love it, right?"
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