30 minutes into the job, I heard footsteps approaching the door. My back was turned and I let out a relieved sigh. “Finally, Mere, now can I get some help?” I asked with a sigh.
“It’s not Mere,” I turned slightly to see Jonah standing in the doorway with his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed.
“Hey…Jonah,” I smiled at him, laughing nervously.
He decided to cut right to the chase. “What did you do?”
“What do you mean?” I asked as he took out his phone. He dialed a number and pressed a few more buttons before I heard loud sobbing.
It was a voicemail. “Jonah! Pick up the phone! We can’t go to Winter Wonderland! Someone ruined my dress! They cut a huge square out of it!”
I scratched the back of my neck. “That’s…tragic,” I bit my lip to stop from laughing. Why would she send a message,
