Maria took the stairs, rushing down before she could get a retort from Mrs. Federer. She covered her face in embarrassment as she ran away, looking for where Fiona could have possibly hidden.
She decided to use the elevator to go down quickly. The dinner had been scheduled on the top floor, and it was going to take time reaching down. She washed out of the elevator immediately before she heard it land and searched for Fiona.
The guard who had denied her entry before looked suspicious as she ran out of the building in a haste, her heart thudding hard in her chest.
“Oh my goodness! Where's Fiona?” She questioned herself. She couldn't believe that her own daughter would forsake her and leave.
She rushed to the car immediately, as her eyes rolled to Fiona, who was frowning.
“What the hell
