Dolly was delighted when the call ended. She sat on her dresser smiling happily into the mirror. It was a perfect plan in motion. It was a dream actualizing before her merry eyes.
She brushed her silky hair and found jewelry to complete her looks.
She was in a beautiful dress for the party. She missed organizing those parties.
She came down in a shimmering sequin dress into the empty living room, straight up to the home bar. She smiled as she poured herself some liquor. Taking the glass from the bar, pacing the living area.
She was trapped in the house, it was telling on her mental health. She was now a prisoner, one thing she never wanted to be. She couldn't go anywhere, the disrespect was stinking. The hate in her heart was consuming. Driving meant running someone over and that was
