Estelle's POV
The call connected.
Beep—
It rang once. Then disconnected.
I froze.
No, it wasn't a signal issue.
I dialed again. Beep—beep—
The call ended before the second ring finished. Hung up again.
Laughter erupted around me. A whistle. "Not very popular, sweetheart."
My nails dug into my palms, pain sharp enough to bring me back to reality.
Third time. This is it. I told myself.
The call finally went through.
But the voice that answered wasn't his.
"He doesn't want to take your call."
It was a girl's voice—light, sugary, and smug.
My breath caught. She chuckled, soft and insidious. "Don't worry. We've already arranged tonight's entertainment for you."
"Those studs? Handpicked just for you."
Her laughter grew. "Hope you enjoy tonight."
Beep—
The call ended.
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