Velvet Peak Manor - 4
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Flora walked a little ahead to catch hold of the note. She grasped it and glanced at the text provided on it.
Velvet Peak Manor, Serenity Fields, 27 Ember fire Lane, Cinemount.
She read the address and looked up at Marshall. Her expression questioned him about the note.
“Gathering. Some of my friends are coming for it, and I thought of inviting you. Would you mind?” Marshall asked.
“Of course not, sir!” she responded and realized she had used the same title.
“I am sorry!” she apologized sheepishly.
“It’s no matter, Miss Caddel! You will be comfortable soon,” Marshall said and walked ahead, intending to leave.
“It’s just to have a good understanding of each other so that we can manage our time well during rehearsal. I hope you get that,” Marshall stopped and conveyed.
“Yeah, I follow,” Flora stated with a smile.
“Hoping you will be there,” Marshall said and extended his hand for a handclasp, indicating each other's departure.
“Definitely, sir!” She shook his hand through grasping, while at the end, they both ended up chuckling together.
They both went back to their places. Flora checked into her hotel room. She was engrossed in matching her outfits and accessories. By the time she could select any, her lunch was ready. A lady servant knocked on the door, and Flora let her in.
“Mam, your lunch,” she said and placed it on the table.
“Yes, thank you,” Flora said, and the lady bowed.
“You’re welcome, Mam!” the lady said and left the room.
Flora was still connecting her thoughts to get her hands on the right outfit and accessories. She took a morsel bite while pondering. After being done with her lunch, she walked near her wardrobe. She selected a navy slip dress with ruffle sides and shimmering silver sprinkles on it. It was decent and perfect for the night. She picked up some silver-diamond accessories.
A simple silver neckline with a drop diamond design and a navy blue crystal-shaped locket. She was happy with her selection. She was now free and needed some rest to look presentable this evening. She laid on her bed, and as she closed her eyes, she was reminded of her morning meeting and some past solo shoots she had done. It kept circulating in her mind while Mr. Marshall stood out from everything.
“Mr. Marshall!” she murmured to keep herself reminded of what she needed to call him as she got to the party lawn.
On the other side of the tale, Marshall was constantly trying to make a call, but it seems the person on the other side isn’t picking up the call.
Flora got refreshed and wore her attire and accessories. She picked up her silver purse and looked at herself in the mirror. She added her phone and some cash into her purse and walked out. She got in her car and took a deep breath before driving.
“Is this the right number, James?” Marshall queried his personal assistant.
Who's Marshall dialing a call to?
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