Chapter 7– The Dancing Umbrellas

(Tara's POV)

It is still early, just 7:35 p.m. I am sitting in my working area we set up a year ago, and while I wait for 8 p.m. I did some final touches in my drawing after I added a different color on top of it. I glance at Stella again. She has been like this after we ate dinner. We usually eat dinner at seven because of my work.

After checking her smartphone, Stella paced in the living room. She would wring her hands, then she would chew on her cuticle and shake her head. 

"For goodness sake, Stella, what is it?" I ask, placing my drawing pad on the table. She is always like this whenever she is anxious.

She stopped walking, and looked at me, but then her phone rang. She placed her index finger on her lips and answered the call.

"Hi, Sam!" she greeted, making me flicker my eyes in her direction. "Yes," she said, sitting down on the sofa and writing down something on the notepad. "Okay," she said again, glancing at me.