Chapter 100.

Alexa (Prudence)

Tuesday, September 9th. Three days later…

New York.

Noon.

I rush into the house, new tablet clutched in my hand, heart pounding. I’m awfully late. My insides are already churning with frustration, nothing is going right today.

First, I burned my wrist this morning while cooking breakfast for Martha and me. The maid had called in sick, and I told her to take a few days to recover, which meant we handled the chores ourselves. Not that it’s new after all we did everything ourselves back in Corte, except the outdoor work. But here, in the polished facade of my old New York life, it’s practically scandalous for someone like say Helia, to see me scrubbing dishes.

Then my old tablet slipped from my hand on the balcony and crashed onto the sidewalk below. All my work for Hills Fusion gone in seconds. Most of my new sketches hadn’t been backed up. I’d bolted downstairs only to find the screen in shards, my day already in ruins.

From there, it was a frantic run to the store fo