(THIRD PERSON’S POV)
The weekend getaway loomed ahead, a secret whispered promise between Marilyn and Louis. Theirs was a love that thrived in stolen moments, whispered affections, and clandestine meetings. The city, a vibrant tapestry of anonymity, awaited them, a refuge for their forbidden connection.
Marilyn paced her room, a caged tigress yearning for escape. But the anticipation curdled with unease. The inablikty of her to be able to meet Louis gnawed at her. Had he changed his mind? Or did something happen?
The silence from Louis was unsettling, a prickle of unease crawling up her spine.
She sighed and went in to the bathroom tk wahser her face and that was when she saw it. Tucked in a cute way behind her sink tap was, a note. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she unfolded
