Serena's POV
A few days have passed. And I had not laid my eyes on Alexander in these past few days. Currently, I didn't go to the office as I was given a sick vacation.
Memories of what happened in the hospital flashed through my mind, and I let out a deep breath. Alexander had left in a hurry, without saying anything.
"Serena, would you like to have anything specific for lunch?"
Mama's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to her with a small smile. "I don't want anything specific. I'm fine with whatever you serve me."
"Are you still thinking about that fine young man? What was his name ag—Got it! Mr. Blackwood." Mama asked, her tone carrying just the right hint of teasing.
Heat colored my face as I listened to her words. I didn't need a mirror to know that my face was extremely red.
"Mama..." I drew out while placing my face in my palms. "You are not meant to say such things."
