Magda retreated back to her bedroom after sitting on the beach for two hours contemplating her situation. She left the door open and grimaced as Estella followed her into the space.
“Estella, I’d rather be on my own.” The woman had been shooting hateful glances all afternoon from the house, watching her like a hawk and likely reporting her every breath to Alvar.
“Alvar called and told me to let you know he will be very late arriving this evening. He has an engagement on the mainland. I want to know where you want to eat dinner. Here or in the dining room or on the patio.”
“I don’t care one way or the other,” she moved to lay on the bed. “Tell me where to go and I’ll go.” She reached for the glass of water on her nightstand and carelessly she hit it and it smashed to the hardwood floor. “Son of a hobbit!” Magda cursed as she sat back up.