Pulling the leather suitcase off the bed, Dora began to empty her wardrobe, making sure she didn't leave any important thing behind.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was Myra who was busy with her phone. At intervals, she would raise her head in her direction, shake it and then resume scrolling through her phone.
“Aren't you going to help me?” Dora asked, snapping her head towards her with a little smile on her lips.
“Not yet. I've to finish this game before anything else.” Myra replied, shaking her head in the negative.
“You can't be serious. Come give me a helping hand, I don't want to be late for my flight.” She said with a tone of urgency, bringing out more clothes from the wardrobe.
“Are you being serious here?” Myra asked suddenly, tossing her phone aside.
“What are you tal
