May 9th, 2025, Prom Night- 9:00 PM~~~God, Louisa, what are you thinking!? I admonish myself as I stand on the corner, waiting for the last bus of the night. Suddenly, a young man in a suit shows up and asks, "Are you Louisa Turner?" Instinctively, I hug myself, as if my sleeveless, lavender, shimmering Chiffon evening gown could protect me.I regard him for a moment. He's attractive, African American, with dark brown eyes and light skin, and his hair is neatly trimmed to match his black suit. "Um, yeah, who wants to know?"He smiles kindly, sitting on the bench nearby. "I'm from the...service. To check on you. The driver said there were some issues and violations of terms, so to speak. We wanted to ensure your safety." Oh, well, that's kind of them.Cautiously, I sit down next to him. "I appreciate that, really, but I'm alright. Just...uncomfortable."Nodding, his smile turns into a serious look. "Understandably so. Louisa," He turns to face me. "Would you be willing to explain what
آخر تحديث : 2026-04-02 اقرأ المزيد