Emily made a quick stop at a mall’s makeup store to apply a light, everyday look. She had rushed out earlier that morning without any makeup, and after her shower, even the remnants of her foundation were gone.
While there, she also picked up some pastries to bring as a gift for Wilfred, remembering he had mentioned enjoying them during their last conversation.
Once ready, she called a car and headed to the address Wilfred had sent her.
The destination was a street in the elegant Mistletoe neighborhood, surrounded by French-style villas. The romantic and elegant architecture immediately made her think this must be where Wilfred lived.
When she rang the doorbell, it was Wilfred himself who opened the door. To her surprise, upon entering, she realized she was the only one he had invited.
Emily had initially thought this was a private art exhibition and expected a small gathering of guests. She felt a fleeting moment of surprise but quickly composed herself.
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