Yolo's POV.
I wanted to so badly message her. My fingers were trembling too, but it wasn't nice especially when you got her new number through a friend of hers, and that too without her permission.
"Gina, can I text her?"
Gina shook her head. She had been there, throughout every ups and downs, as I mentioned. She was the one who had been equally depressed and confused with Emma's disappearance and the way she had just left all of a sudden. She had been left behind with all those memories, like me.
She had met me, three months before, on a Sunday afternoon in her hotel room.
I had to ask my driver to drop me off to collect some stuff that I had forgotten. Despite his hesitations, I asked him pleadingly and he agreed,
"Watch out for paparazzi."
I huffed and rushed to her room, witho
