"Dad, why is nobody allowed on the twentieth floor? Why does Grayson get through?!" Bianca had changed into a hospital gown, seated herself in a wheelchair, and wrapped bandages around her wrists the picture of a serious patient.
Hair down, playing every angle of the sympathy card though not enough to skip her makeup routine, apparently.
Richard pushed her wheelchair along, sighing. "The nurse said the whole floor's booked out. Only assigned staff can go up."
"Then why hasn't Grayson come back down yet? Have they figured out who's up there?" Bianca had been stewing for two hours, patience thoroughly gone.
Marcus had gone to see Isla, and Bianca hadn't gotten so much as a glimpse of Grayson. If this dragged on much longer, she was worried Marcus might slip away before she got her moment
