Standing outside his sister's bedroom, Howard had a perplexed look on his face.
'Will she like him?' He wondered to himself if everything would be fine as he continued staring at the shut door.
After her enthusiastic parting message, Yvonne had entered the room but Howard had not been able to move ever since.
While he could sense a strong gaze landing on his back right now, he had ignored it as he had better things to care about at this moment.
The reason for his mild anxiety was the etcher that he had found in recent times.
Unlike Yvonne's or even Taylor's, his etcher could not be considered ordinary in any way or form.
Therefore, when his sister displayed her interest in the etcher who was now on his way to this mansion, Howard could not help but be enveloped with an overwhelming sense of nervousness.
Poor Taylor...