Virginia Mazzello Novels & Stories

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

Marcus said, slipping on his blazer. Marvella crossed her arms. “Business has conference calls. Foolishness has plane tickets.” Mabel appeared from the hallway, armed with coffee and commentary. “If he’s chasing a woman, at least tell me she’s not another aspiring influencer.” “She’s not,” Marcus said with a firm tone.. “Well Good,” Mabel replied. “Because those ring-light girls don’t last through real humidity.” Marvella sighed. “Okay what’s her name?” He hesitated just a fraction too long. “Ava St. James.”

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV