▪︎ Poor Apple ▪︎
"Good evening, doll!"
Alana doesn't wait for my welcome. She storms into my house, sailing past me like I'm invisible.
"Nice house."
She looks around, her hands shoved in the pockets of her leather trenchcoat. I shut the door, steeped in confusion. How the f**k did she get my address?
"What do you want, Alana?"
"Such a cold way to invite your guests, don't you think?"
"You are not my guest."
"Oh. How silly of me to forget that you see me as a rival. A competitor in the race for a wealthy man, right?"
She suddenly digs out a knife from the pocket of her coat.
I almost jump and scream in terror but I can't. I'm frozen in fear. I can't move a muscle.
"Relax, doll."
She takes out an apple from her handbag and slices it into two. She takes a bite and chews, staring
