Candice ran up the steps of the porch.
Jordan sent her a salute her way, but she ran past him and pushed the double doors open into the living room of the mansion.
There she skidded to a halt as her eyes fell on a familiar face.
Seated on one of the plush leather chairs was the one person she had longed for, missed so dearly, and craved to see for weeks now.
It was her dearest friend, Bernice.
She was wearing a beige halter neck top with brown khaki shorts, matching white sneakers adorned her feet. Her black mass of hair was pulled into a firm knot behind her head. She looked the same, yet at the same time she seemed different.
"Candice…" Bernice got up from her seat.
Like a magnetic force field, they ran into each other's embrace. The room seemed to fade away, leaving the two to ex
