Behind Closed Doors

After finishing her shower and blow-drying her hair to regain composure, Natalie turned off the blow dryer and examined herself in the mirror. She wondered if it was the mirror in this mansion or the bolder makeup she was wearing that made her appear like a different person.

"Nope, it's definitely this rich people's mirror."

She turned around and headed back to the bed to check her phone. Despite calling her uncle three times since she returned from that awful shaving experience, he hadn't answered or returned her calls.

Picking up her phone, she dialed her uncle again and quickly took it off speaker when he answered.

"Uncle!"

"Why do you insist on calling so much, Natalie?"

What kind of question is that?

"…Are you drunk?"

"Do I sound drunk to you?"

No. But he was good at hiding it; he always had been.

"…Are you eating?"