The next day.
Arwen and Gianna were sitting at the dining table having their breakfast when Arwen glanced up and frowned.
"What happened to you?" Her eyes darted to Gianna's plate. "Why aren't you having anything properly? Are you feeling well? Do you want to eat something else?" she asked, ready to call Mr. Jones to request the chefs.
But Gianna shook her head. "I am feeling fine and I am having it," she said taking a spoon of congee in her mouth. "It will just take some time for me to finish it."
Arwen eyed her suspiciously. But she didn't say more. She thought it was because of her casual mood swings. "Fine, then take your time." She pushed the chair back and stood up. "I need to go to the company today. But if you need anything, you can call me or tell Mr. Jones anytime."
Gianna nodded to her and saw her turn to leave.