The Art of Revenge
Serena wasn’t there.
So, his hand dropped in disappointment.
After saying their goodbyes and hanging up, he casually tossed his phone onto the window seat and looked out with deep, thoughtful eyes.
...
At the Ryder residence.
Celia was lying on her princess bed, hugging her phone and smiling contentedly at the photo on the screen.
There was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Who is it?" she asked casually.
"Celia, it’s Mom!"
Celia called back, "Oh, I’m coming!"