I wonder what she's up to, but I'll be getting my answer soon, so I might as well just wait.
"Ding ding", I groan at the sound of the doorbell.
I'm honestly starting to regret sending the helps and aids around the house away.
I grudgingly put on my flops and drag myself to the door where I still go through the habitual process of looking through the eyehole.
There Selena is, dancing on her feet and constantly checking her wrist. She looks up as she adjusts her hair and dress and is about to ring the doorbell again when I notice her face.
Selena is a beauty, no doubt and she's one of the beauties who believe themselves as big girls that don't cry, yet she has red rimmed eyes that she's constantly dabbing with a handkerchief.
And on her wrist are red marks, obviously a sign of fo
