Aristia raised her hand to knock even though she knew it wasn't necessary. Before her hands could even meet the carved oak doors of Wilson's study, she heard his voice.
"Come in, Tia." Wilson's voice came from behind the door.
Aristia pushed the door open and entered. She closed the door after Alaric entered.
Her father sat behind a wide desk, documents neatly stacked before him.
He looked up when she entered, and surprise and curiosity showed in his gray eyes at the sight of her somewhat tense expression.
She walked towards her father, stopping just short of his desk. Alaric went to stand beside her, the both of them staring at Wilson.
Amusement showed in Wilson's eyes before his sharp eyes fell on the paper in her hands.
"What letter is that?"
"It's from Miss Dahlia Kendall." Aristia said, handing him the letter.
