How absolutely troublesome!
Someone who just escaped death couldn't start by thinking about himself and his own life, but instead was focusing on hers. Anne had these thoughts, complaining to herself as she exited Kristen's room.
Outside, a tall woman with hair sleeked backwards in a tight bun wearing a full black attire, a body hugging black shirt and pants was standing outside the door. She looked strict and somewhat intimidating, when she spoke, and she had a thick accent.
"Mrs Sterling, do you need something?"
Anne felt a bit taken aback when she was addressed as Mrs Sterling, she glanced back at the door where she had just come out wondering if Kristen who was inside might have heard that and started conjuring ideas about her sudden marriage in his head again.
"Can you take me to Andrew please?"
The woman nodded firmly, "Please come with me."
