It had been three days since the party, and Mrs. Smith's frustration was already growing.
She had been trying to reach Ethan, but his phone had been unreachable. She had expected him to return to Mexico immediately after the party, but it seemed he had other plans.
Mrs. Smith's anger simmered just below the surface as she paced back and forth in her luxurious mansion. She had not always gotten what she wanted when she wanted it. But now that she has gotten a hold of Ethan and is in control, she will not let go.
She stopped pacing and picked up her phone, dialing Emily's number. "Emily, darling," she said, her voice tight with anxiety. "I'm having the most dreadful time. Ethan's not answering my calls, and I'm starting to get worried."
Emily's soothing voice came through the line, cal
