Dreams

MARGA

Don’t forget. 6:45 pm sharp, better be ready. My chauffeur will pick you up. He’ll give you a bag; in it, you’ll find a dress, a pair of shoes, and a clutch purse—and jewelry to match the outfit. Make sure you look stunning.

I was awed by his audacity. What made him think I’d even want to go see him? He didn’t even ask me for my schedule or if I’d be free at that time. Such a grumpy man.

I stared at his text a little bit longer, a line of sweat rushed down my spine as I felt a tingly sensation hover around my body.

Uggh. I better catch some sleep now. I murmured.

It was already 5:38 am and I hadn’t slept for a second. Today was going to be a long long day, the earlier to rushed to bed, the better for me.

I rose from the dressing table and walked over to my bed, falling like a rock, forgetting to charge my phone which was almost dead.

I slept off calmly after all the chaos earlier that night.

No! I can’t let you hurt her, she’s only a child. She knows nothing. Do what you wa