Joice descended the stairs alongside Derek. As he crossed the dance floor, he saw his cousin talking to two security guards near the door. Dona didn't appear calm or tranquil.
It made him wonder why. Derek was serious now, holding the lowered bottle with the same demeanor.
"What's going on, Dona?"
At that moment, the girl who wanted to was the last person to mention the newly discovered spectre of the night among the guests. Someone who shouldn't be around for any reason.
There was no way to say it calmly, so she simply faced him and meant it.
"Anny was here, Joice. I don't think she understood what she did or she's too stupid for that."
At that moment, Derek took a sip from the bottle he held, a long sip that indicated the name was a worrying sign.
Not because it was an ugly name,
