Rosalind walked into the Black's living room.
Mr. Black was waiting for her there, pacing back and forth. The things he wanted to say were on his tongue but yet he could not speak. He wanted to call Dave as well but Mr. Black was not sure if his eldest could keep his emotions in check or not.
"I seem to have come at the wrong time." Rosalind smiled, making Mr. Black stop at his pace. Her angelic face was full of a smirk, making her look like an evildoer.
"You haven't. Come inside." Mr. Black stopped in his steps as he looked at Rosalind, indicating her to have a seat.
Rosalind followed Mr. Black quietly as she sat on the sofa closest to the door.
"So why did you call me?" Rosalind asked as her eyes glittered in mischief. "I thought Mr. Black have hated me so much that even calling my name was a taboo in the house."