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The moon was bright, and its illumination of the trees in Vera's mansion orchard was fascinating. It sprayed a silver dust mist over the flowers in the small garden. And the city lights below produced a swarm of bright pearl beads. The cold wind had entered the room through the open window in the pink room where Angela stood motionless, looking down. "Esmeralda," Angela said softly. She had no idea she would end up in the dead girl's room until that moment. It did, however, excite her. Angela was still perplexed by Lara's terrified expression as she remained in the pink room. It was late at night, but she was still awake. The night's silence was unsettling. She was about to shut the window when she noticed movement in the orchard and a white image flashing moving beneath the orchard. "The lady in white," she mumbled excitedly, electrifying her guts and propelling her out the door and down to the orchard. Angela was certain she wasn't dreaming or imagining things this late in the evenin
Angela was back in her room, staring at herself in the mirror in the pink room. She imagined Esmeralda doing the same thing she was doing. She was dressed in a floral-designed off-the-shoulder short dress and was wearing light lipstick and staring at a small bottle of expensive perfume labeled N'5 Chanel Perfume sitting on the dresser. So this was how Esmeralda smelled. Angela pondered as she examined the red bottle. She opened the bottle and sniffed the scent. "Wow," Angela hushed, as she then sprayed the scent on her wrists and shoulders. She closed her eyes and inhaled the expensive scent of the air, and then exited the room to do what Leonardo had asked her to do. Lara was assisting Mrs. Gale in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. Mrs. Vera remained in her room. "Leonardo liked my crispy fried chicken, Mrs. Gale," Lara said with a smile. "Please hand me the tray, and I'll prepare Leonardo's breakfast," she said, eager to serve her fiancé. During her stay in Vera's mansion, La
Angela frowned as she asked, "What are you trying to prove to me, Fredrick?" "I'm just telling you the truth; this is a matter of confession," Fredrick said with a sad expression. "It's Lara's fault; she wanted all men to worship her as if she were a goddess, and she was suffering from her unusual sexual desire." "How come you're telling me this?" "Because I like you and want to be your girl." "I'm sorry, Fredrick, but getting into relationships isn't in the cards for me." "However, you needed someone to watch over you." "I can defend myself against any harm," Angela stated categorically. "And I don't need a man right now." "Everyone needs someone to talk to and love," Fredrick explained. "You are not exceptional." "I have to go now," Angela said as she picked up the basket of fresh oranges and prepared to walk away when Fredrick grabbed her hand. "Please allow me to assist you, Angela." "No, Fredrick," she said as she walked away, "I don't want you to help me because I have
Angela dashed into the living room to answer the phone. "Hello?" Leonardo was eating in the kitchen, waiting for Angela to return from answering the phone. "Hello, Miss Beautiful," Fredrick said on the other end of the line, and Angela wanted to return the phone to its cradle but knew it wasn't the right thing to do. "Hello, Fedrick," Angela said, "How may I assist you?" "Is Leonardo by your side?" he inquired. "No, he's eating in the kitchen, but he can hear me." "Give me the phone, Angela," Leonardo asked. So, Angela took the wireless phone to Leonardo. "What do you want so early in the morning, Fredrick?" "I just wanted to give you an update regarding our art exhibition." Leonardo and Fredrick were talking about their upcoming art show when the conversation turned to Leonardo's decision to include their hand-painting and finger painting. Angela was only listening and wanted to prevent the sale of the two paintings, but Leonardo had already agreed. "OK, I'll prepare the two
"I wanted to marry you at any time," Fredrick had said automatically. "Oh really? Can we marry now? " Angela said it firmly. "That's impossible," Fredrick said, confused. "That's not what I wanted to hear from you, Fredrick," Angela said. "What I wanted to know is why you're marrying me." Fredrick was deafeningly quiet. He fixed his gaze on Angela. "Because I like women with your wit and calmness," he explained. "What you wanted was a TV anchorwoman or a TV broadcaster, not a wife," Angela stated flatly. "I should put the two paintings in your car. " "You have to be in a relationship before discussing marriage," Leonardo interjected. Fredrick responded, "Please, let’s get into another level of a relationship, Angela. I want to get to know you better. " "You're making me feel out of place," Leonardo said. "You can discuss that later." Leonardo is right." Fredrick smiles at Angela. "Always remember that three is a crowd. Maybe we can talk about your other painting, Leonardo. C
Angela spent another sleepless night in the pink room after dinner at Red Elephant Restaurant. And Lara's enraged gaze that was fixed on her was troubling. Leonardo's decisions were centered on her, including his command. "Find Esmeralda's killers." Leonardo's voice was constantly reverberating in her head. And no matter how hard she tried to push it away to think about it later, it popped up now and then. So, at ten p.m., she decided to take a breather outside the house. It was a cold night outside in the swing. Angela, on the other hand, was unconcerned. She wished to wash away the events of the restaurant. Leonardo's disparaging remarks about Lara and Lara's uncontrollable sarcasm about her are a silent war for her against Lara. But the hardest of Leonardo's statements to Angela that night was when he said, "No, it's not just an ordinary statement, it sounds more like a command. "Find Esmeralda's killer." Angela leaned against the swing's back support to think about what Leonardo h
Angela could feel her adrenaline pumping. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Esmeralda's diary. Leonardo was correct; Esmeralda's diary would provide answers to all of their questions. She'd gone through every drawer and cupboard in the pink room, but the diary was nowhere to be found. She decided to visit the orchards after an hour of futile investigation. "Esmeralda, where did you put it?" She said quietly as the cold wind touched her cheek. She was standing beneath the fruitful trees, looking up at the pink room, with a portion of the window open. She was reminded of Lara's pale face as she gazed at Esmeralda's pink room. Was she capable of assassinating Esmeralda? Angela pondered. But the way she reacted to Esmeralda was both meek and fearful. Esmeralda frightened her. And Leonardo's conviction that Esmeralda had been murdered blew up everything, including her thoughts. And yes, Angela concluded, Lara had every reason to kill Esmeralda because of their rivalry. That's why she w
The sound of the running water from the faucet filled the air late that night. Everyone was in their room as Angela washed her bleeding finger, cut by the razor-sharp knife she found in the cupboard drawer in the pink room. Angela wondered what that knife was doing in the drawer. Although it was only 4 inches long, its sharpness was capable of killing. What are you doing in the cupboard? Angela pondered. She then placed the knife on the table and stared at it for a while."Someone was keeping you inside the room for a purpose," Angela concluded. "You’re a kitchen knife and you should stay here in the kitchen and not in the drawer of a young lady."The next day, early in the morning, Angela was the first in the kitchen. She was having a hot coffee when Mrs. Vera entered. "Would you like me to prepare coffee for you, Mrs. Vera?""Yes, please, Angela. And thank you, "Mrs. Vera took the chair facing the living room." "You’re too early." Did my son bother you to wake up so early? ""No, I j