Whispers of Ambition

ding. His eyes ran down the lines quickly before he wrote anything down o

planned to have at least that meal with her sin

hey sat facing each other. She wanted to tell her father that she missed him, but kn

her better clot

t any of them, they knew he was talki

ays she finds them very inappropriate

ed the files he was organising to face his daughter. His eyes travelled over the clot

his attention back to the papers. - Rowan Jansing is coming for lunch tomorro

was still disappointing. So many years without seeing each other and those were the on

asn't his style. At least a smile or a simple "it's good to have you back

ing wrong with the food in front of her, but it tasted different. Nothing in

he air was escaping from her lungs. She covered her mouth when a str

forgot how disappointing she felt no matter what she did. Sh

ood up. Her food remained practically untouched on her plate when she lef

understand what she said. Her hands were still shaking

e seconds as she exhaled, just as her roommate had once taught her to do. Anxiety weighed he

ement made between him and the late Conrad Jansing, and she couldn't afford

her long-sleeved blouse seemed appropriate for the season. She had never felt so ugly wearing that k

over her shoulders like running water down to her navel. Her hair was light brown and straig

care much about her appearance while she was in the convent, but so many things had changed sin

ront of the mirror was limited. Girls weren't encouraged to dress up an

e tried a few times to teach her sister to put on make-up, but Jane refused

worry about such superficialities. With the change in circumstances,

every single thing that had defined her for so long and replace it with new things. Many things neede

could still keep a bit of herself. Perhaps she wou