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.

and expectations pinned on this design, the pressure felt heavier than

churning out drafts but not loving any of them, always sensing something was missing but couldn't put her finger

whenever she picked up her pen, the end result was never

felt compelled to shoot Brandon a message, "Hey Mr. Crawley, got any specific requests for the cultural gallery? Like the structure, style, purpose, or should I just

was stumped by

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

about selling books, with no place to sit or chill and read. She'd stand around the

to buy books, she felt awkward hanging

a couple of times at the bookstore. The

and the place was old-school, with no spots for studying or reading. The school's study rooms and classrooms were also locked up tight

nowhere to study or rest, she said, almost jokingly, that it would be cool if the school had a cultural gallery that was open on weekends where one could

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

at that time of her situation at home, only thinking

spell out exactly what kind of cultural gallery she wanted, just talked about those specific

she was content with just having a place to

Sophia, "As long as it meets the needs I mentioned, where you can read, study, and