MEET ME DOWNSTAIRS, I WANT TO TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE…...
Christy looked over her phone again for the third time. She read each word cautiously, believing the message to be false and unreal. The message had popped up on her phone thirty minutes ago and, since then, it was the only thing that occupied her mind. #
“You think he sent it right Sara?”. She asked the maid close to her.
Sarah dropped the two dresses which she held in her hands on the counter of Christy’s dressing room, before turning to face Christy, who looked anxiously at her phone, “I think he means it Ma”. Sarah said reassuringly.
“I probably should get ready then”. Christy got up from the stool which she was seated on, she placed her phone on the side of the table while her eyes glanced at the two dresses which the maid had
