#Chapter 186: You’re Welcome

Almara’s Pov “It’s coming together.” I hear someone say over the sound of Arthur hammering away. By the last strike of the hammer, I’d say Arthur recognizes the voice and isn’t happy about it. I peak around the side of the building from where I’m leaning on a ladder painting and see Roman standing below us, hands on his hips. He looks out of place in his ten-thousand-dollar tailored jet black suit with midnight blue cufflinks standing among slabs of wood, buckets of paint, and tools scattered about. Then again, he always looks out of place when he comes to see how things are progressing and I should really stop being so surprised. It’s not like he came to help or anything. And, he always say that the project is ‘coming together’, not that it’s specifically coming together well or nicely, just together. “Hi, Roman,” I call out, out of expected niceties. “Almara.” He greets in return with tipping his sunglasses down, which are also unnecessary on this over cast day. “What are yo