Mirabelle’s POV:
Just as I poured myself a cup of coffee, my phone buzzed on the counter. The number flashing on the screen was unknown.
“Hello?” I said, sipping coffee.
“Mirabelle! Thank God you picked it up.” Ken’s voice came through the phone. “I need your help.”
“Have you really resorted to using other numbers to call me, just because I won’t answer yours?” I asked.
“I am actually in trouble and you are the only person that I can call at this moment.” He replied.
Trouble?
“What do you want, Ken?” I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. I had no idea what he expected from me.
“I’m in jail. I was arrested earlier today. Please, I need you to bail me out. I don't have any money on me, and Mitchelle would never want to waste such money on me.” He begged.
“What the hell could you hav
