Samyra hovered her fingers over the landline number, the only way she could contact Amelie. She dialed the number and kept her hand on the balustrade, hoping the call would be answered.
A servant answered the call.
"Hello, I am Samyra Conley. Can I talk to my daughter, Amelie?" she humbly requested.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the servant replied. "But Prince Gabriel has issued strict orders. Miss Amelie is not to be disturbed by anyone affiliated with the Conley family."
Before Samyra could request her, the line went dead.
She looked at the number in disbelief and brought her hand to her head, feeling guilty of her every action.
"Darling, what are you doing alone here in the balcony?" asked David as he stepped in there. He walked to Samyra and saw the phone in her hand. "Did you perhaps contact Amelie again?" he inquired.
