CONFRONTATION

A soft knock on Shirley's door made her jerk up. She sniffed, trying to push back the tears gathering in her eyes, and then she grabbed a tissue to wipe the tears off her face but it was already too late, her makeup was already ruined.

Monique stepped in with a tray containing a glass of juice. She took one look at Shirley's face and gasped, placing the tray on the dressing table and moving to her.

"Are you okay? What happened to your makeup?" she asked even though the redness of Shirley's eyes told it all.

Without a word, Shirley started for the door, she walked down the passageway and down the stairs, heading straight for the sitting room where her father and Max were sitting. The confused Monique followed her.

Max raised his head the moment Shirley entered the sitting room. From the way her heart was beating so fast, he could tell that something was wrong. And then there was the redness of her eyes and the traces of tears on her face. More so, her make-up was ruined.

"Is it tru