After our little interaction, we didn’t share a single word, and again the atmosphere turns cold between us. The car stopped and as I try to walk away from Andrew in anger, Ron calls me back, “Miss… You are forgetting something…”
I look at him blankly and then stretching his hands, he shows me the bag and immediately my senses start to work, Oh F**k, the pictures, I walk to him quickly and grabbing the bag I rush inside without looking back.
I know Andrew must be looking at me weirdly but at this moment I don’t care.
Instead of walking back to my room, I walk to Andrew’s room, dismissing my sandals on the way, I try to take off my dress but I succeeded in unzipping it only halfway, feeling frustrated and tipsy I fall on the bed.
Ahh, I seem to sink into the softness, holding the bag near to my chest, I close my eyes and soon fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.
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