Mask Party

The day had already broken and this time, Lucy had woken up early due to an anxious and scary nightmare. She dreamt of being killed by the Ceo she has never seen before. She sat in the bathtub with dark circles painted around her eyes. The miserable state of art by which her impression described was good enough to be called a crying chipmunk.

"Torture, pure torture".She said before taking her phone and dialling for France.

"Hi this is Metly , the reason you are hearing this message is because I'm probably out slicing some balls or sleeping. But I will get back to you in a short time " She needed someone to talk to but this annoying best friend of hers wasn't available. Maybe Shirley would pick the call. She opened her contact to search for her number and called her. Funny enough ,she was on another call. Lucy wondered who she was talking to because she knew Shirley hated making calls.

"What am I going to do now . Maybe I can call Mina or Mrs July. Maybe Mrs July ". Lucy dialled th