"Sorry."
Xanthea felt a deep pang of guilt upon hearing his words, "I know I can't get you an identical one, but I can compensate you triple the original price, or if you like another designer's work, I could arrange a custom order."
Leonard laughed, "Xan, do you think I care about the money, or do you think it was really about the dress? I was just looking for an excuse to become friends with you. Stay for breakfast and consider it your way of making it up to me, okay?"
Cedric chimed in, encouraging her, "Ms. Nightshade, please stay. There’s quite a distance from the freeway, and with the morning rush hour, it's gonna be packed. Why not have breakfast before you leave?"
"Xan!"
While they were talking, Matthew sent out a message, and soon, his phone rang, "It's your mom calling."
"Mom?"
Xanthea took the phone, but before she could speak, she was met with a torrent of rebuke.
"Xan, you're just too headstrong, running off without telling anyone and your phone off the whole time. Your dad and I couldn’t sleep; we were worried sick all night!
Thankfully, Matthew told us where you were. He's driven all night to pick you up from Everglade. What were you doing there alone?"
"Alone?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Orion downstairs, "Didn’t Uncle Oliver tell you why I was in Everglade?"
"He was out socializing last night, just as drunk as you. You two are just like kids, irresponsible as ever! Honestly, I regret leaving you in his care."
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