“Jules, come on. Aren't you ready yet? We're going to be late.” Rebecca called out to Juliette, checking her wristwatch for the time.
Juliette's car was in the garage, so she requested Rebecca to give her a lift to work. “I'm coming, lady. Oh, my God!!” She screamed out, fluffing her hair again.
She pulled on her beige stilettos and took her work bag, dressed in a beige pantsuit with a white inner vest.
Never mind their fun-filled weekend, Juliette returned to work enthusiastically to start her new projects.
She had no idea of what was in store for her.
When she came out of the bedroom, she was met by a cross Rebecca, with her arms crossed over her stomach. “You would walk to work the next time.” Her long hair flared in a cascade of curls as she huffed and turned.
“Someone is in
