The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Over at Skywater Bay, Winter was taken aback.

“A trip? What about Aria…”

“Don’t worry, Winter,” Frank assured her. “It turns out that it was just a misunderstanding—nothing happened between Aria and I.”

Winter froze and dropped Carol’s phone with a loud thud.

“Winter? Winter?” Frank called out from the other end.

Winter turned toward her mother in disbelief. “Mom. Did I hear that right? Pinch me! Is this real?”

“Silly girl.” Carol smiled, shaking her head as she left to make dinner.

“Oh, I’m still here, Frank,” Winter exclaimed as she scrambled to pick up the phone from the floor, her usual liveliness instantly restored. “In two days, was it?

problem—I have the

“Then it’s a promise.”

“Yes!”

on the couch,

was

asked her if he actually liked her, his reaction made it clear he didn’t. I knew right then they’d split up eventually.] Still, Winter felt sympathy: [Doesn’t that

enough from you, princess—you had no idea how highand-mighty she held herself the other day, and she even said we’re no longer friends. Why bother?] Then, she added: [By the way do you remember? Our professor applied for sick leave. And you’re saying Frank knows medicine? Why not invite him as a guest lecturer?] [I’ll think about it.] Winter was

tomorrow.] [Yeah.] Winter sighed as she lowered

she went against

but we’re still friends, right?] In White Hall, Aria’s phone jingled in Eron White’s bedroom just as

Thud!