Worried Wife

If she were not such an emotional wreck. Elle would have been impressed by the rate at which the whole situation with Celeste evolved so quickly.

In fact it did not just grow.

It went rolling down a hill at full speed, caught fire on the way down and somehow wound up as part of a raging dumpster fire.

With Gio out in the wider area of the club, helping to look for Celeste. Elle did the only thing she could do. She paced, all the while doing her best to distract herself from exactly why it was that Gio was looking for Celeste in the first place. But her little foray into denial was short lived, very short lived.

Within minutes of Gio leaving there was a knock on the door. Her paranoia skyrocketing, Elle grabbed the closest thing that she could get her hands on, a stapler, and got ready to defend herself.

"Who is it?" Her voice trembled slightly despite her trying desperately to sound confident and unaffected.