Seven o'clock arrived, and Summer Ford hadn't appeared.
Ethan Laurent didn't urge her, nor did he send another notification. Instead, he sat and waited a little longer.
By half-past seven, Summer still hadn't come.
Ethan raised his wristwatch to check the time, lazily shifted his legs to a different crossed position, and continued to wait.
At that time, Summer was still in her room at the palace.
Since returning from class, she had been sitting on the balcony, without leaving.
She helped Angela feed the pet dog once, and then picked up a book to flip through. At half-past seven, just as she intended to go to the dining room, her phone rang suddenly in the room.
A very clear and sweet violin tune, Aiden Lennox was calling.
Aiden had called once last night, but Summer didn't answer.
Now he called again. Summer didn't know what it was about, felt hesitant for a moment, then walked over in a few steps and picked up the phone, "Aiden!"
