Lost III

Elma was halfway through to the door when she stopped herself at once. 'No. On second thought, I would not. Why should I care what becomes of that evil woman? She scratched me with her sharp fingernails and warned me to back off from her man even without finding evidence of him and me actually dating. Who's to say she wouldn't go pouring me acid on my face this time around? I should focus on getting ready to leave back with Riccardo instead. Which reminds me , why has he not tried to reach me up till now? Is he still upset as before?'

Elma pondered deeply as she walked back to her bedroom. Everything was well in place. Her bag was packed and all she had to do was pick up her mobile phone and dial her boss to find out the reason for the delay… or not.