My mind was in haywire as I waited for Merissa to arrive. The Manila file seemed to be burning a hole in my purse. I hated to be sitting here like this in such a sophisticated restaurant, like I was running after committing a murder or something. I had half of my face covered with a scarf and the black sunglasses concealed my disgustingly swollen eyes. I could feel people glancing at me but right now I couldn't care any less about that. I have more, a lot more important things to worry about.
"I almost didn't recognize you," I turned to see Merissa frowning at me as she took a seat. "Why are you dressed like this?"
"You really wouldn't want to know," I muttered, more to myself than to her. I was mortified to tell her what happened. Didn't she warn me of the exact same thing? And what d
