The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 609

President Poe actually rang Sophia up not long after, breaking the news to her that Brandon had given his thumbs-up to use her design.

Clearly over the moon about the outcome, President Poe was all chirpy on the phone, reminding Sophia to keep the lines open with Brandon and to put a fine polish on her work.

"I will, thanks a bunch, President Poe," compared to President Poe's buzz, Sophia was way more chill.

"By the by, the school's about to throw this massive centennial bash in the next few days. If it's cool with you, Ms. Bright, would you like to swing by as a guest?" President Poe invited with a chuckle.

"Thanks for the invite, President Poe, but I'm not exactly an alum, and the science museum isn't even a thing yet. Even the drafts for the design aren't set in stone. I haven't really contributed anything to the school, so crashing the party now might not be the best move."

Sophia gracefully declined President Poe's offer, feeling like her current ties to the school didn't quite cut it to be a guest of honor at such a big event.

President Poe got where she was coming from. The invite was more of a casual drop, and he wasn't expecting a yes anyway, so he laughed it off, "No sweat. You're always welcome to drop by and check out the school when you've got a sec."

"Sure thing, thanks again, President Poe."

It was a polite thank you, as usual. After hanging up, Sophia got down to brass tacks, mulling over the tweaks for her design.

expectations

out drafts but not loving any of them, always sensing something was missing

seemed to be itching to break free in her mind, but whenever she picked up her pen, the end result was never quite

Brandon a message, "Hey Mr. Crawley, got any specific requests for the

was stumped by the

to call home back then; he just knew she often spent

with no place to sit or chill and read. She'd

since she didn't have the cash to buy books, she felt awkward hanging

the bookstore. The idea of a

library, it wasn't open on weekends, and the place was old-school, with no spots for studying or reading. The school's study rooms and classrooms

to study or rest, she said, almost jokingly, that it would be cool if the school had a

back then, he had no clue about her home situation and took her words

that time of her situation at home, only

cultural gallery she

a place to land, regardless of whether it was

to Sophia, "As long as it meets the needs I