I shut off the TV and sat there wondering is Rachel was really pissed about my tongue fucking Hannah's ass or was she playing with my mind some more.I...went to our bedroom and was just about to knock when I heard Rachel talking on the phone. I could only pick up a few words and her laughter. I decided to go back to the den and wait for her to get off the phone."I understand that you like to go by Stephanie now?" Not really, Lucy just started calling me that and she wouldn't quit." I answered. "Yes, Jonelle. It's so good to hear your voice." I'm downstairs. Here. In your hotel. Can I come up?" Oh god, yes, please, come up. Come up now." She tried not to let the plangent longing in her voice become too overpowering."You'll have to tell me the room number. They won't tell me, you know." Of course. Room 833." I'll be there in a minute."Laura put down the phone and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face seemed gaunt and hollow and stricken, but a new light was now glowing in her eyes,. I made it through my first day of classes and my last class – wow! I’m completely enamored by my last class of the day, and after it wrapped, I skipped to my room so full of joy. My Human Art History class opened my eyes to something amazing. I never knew how much beautify we had created Before Eclipse. I got to see the things my mom only spoke about and more. The art classroom brimmed from floor to ceiling with Before Eclipse artifacts from the world’s famous sites and museums. My heart. He was the CEO of the company and one of his pupils had been the one who interviewed me and hired me. However, he asked me to come into his office, immediately. So I went to the elevator and to the top floor of the building and walked over to a receptionist where the same girl who showed me to my desk earlier told me, “Mr. Ducati is ready for you, you may go in. So I enter this office which had two large wooden doors and it’s sort of dark inside the room. I hear a firm but strangely soothing.