—A year later—Alexandra lowered herself on the floor, exhaling deeply. She was just about to focus on the necklace she was sketching earlier when a knock suddenly came on the door.She stood up and headed straight to the door, opening it without checking who it was. “Ma’am, you know it's still work hours.” she said, frowning when she saw who it was.“Of course I know,” Beatrice said, shoving herself into the room with her hand filled with different bags.“So what are you doing here then?” Alexandra asked, closing the door after her.“To work,” Beatrice replied, dumping the bags on the dining table.“Work?” Alexandra repeated, raising a brow. “Go to your shops for that—”“Shush,” Beatrice interrupted. “You should know already I'm not here for you.”She didn't wait for her reply before heading towards the inner room.“I just cuddled them to sleep,” Alexandra called after her, “and unless you want to sleep over tonight.”“You know I'll gladly do that.” Beatrice replied from the room.A
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