Sullivan's return took less than an hour. By then, Anna had been laughing with Angelo and Tiara at the kitchen counter, a hot cup of chocolate drink warming her palms.
When he approached from the threshold with Angelo getting the door, his hands that had been empty, came back full and his skin had a little frost from the cold that was outside. Anna pulled her gaze to the balcony, sliders shut tight from the chill and noticed it was snowing.
"Mr sullivan." She called leaving the stool she was perched on. Curious eyes moved to his hands that held two huge department bags, a ribboned box peaking from one. "You look cold."
He turned to the mirror on his side, viewing his own appearance. "I do not feel cold." Soft attention went back to her, the other two almost forgotten in the midst of their absorbing silence. He raised a bag. "A dress. For you."
