Los Angeles, California.
Darmiel was excited. He made sure to have a new hair cut first before driving his car to the mansion of Ameelah's family.
He parked his car in front of the mansion and brazed himself as he bravely pushed the doorbell. He waited until a guard opened the smaller door part of the gate.
“Hello, Sir. May I know if Miss Ameelah is inside?” Darmiel asked politely.
The guard looked at him and then shook his head. “Sorry, she is not here.” Then the guard closed the door again.
Not easily giving up, Darmiel pushed the doorbell’s button again. The same guard came out.
“Yes, Sir. As I have told you, Miss Ameelah is not here.”
“If I could not speak with Miss Ameelah, how about Mr. or Mrs. Grayson? Please, Sir, this is very important. Please tell them, a certain Darmiel J
