“You shouldn’t wait there till she gets out. What if she gets off work late?" Mrs. Trumpour said over the phone, “ No, Mum, she could get off work at any time, I really must know where she's been staying all this time,” Tamara replied. She couldn't help but be curious about where Eloise has been apart from being at work. Mason had searched for her everywhere he knew she could be but she was nowhere to be found. “ Come home once you find out,” Mrs. Trumpour said, “ Sure,” “ Alright, bye,” and with that, she hung up. Sighing, Mrs. Trumpour sank deeper into the sofa, displeased with how stressed Tamara was getting over Eloise. It felt familiar, too familiar. She shut her eyes and her mind fell on the image of Camila, Eloise’s mother. Eloise was a replica of her mother, with similar emerald eyes, black shiny hair, flawless skin, and a curvy figure that turns heads. If it were beauty, Camila has it all; if it were intelligence, she's got a degree in that. She was a perfect p
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