WAITING was never one of her strongest points. Not when she was tired from a long trip.
Belle grabbed the handle of the luggage bag. She pulled it closer. She dug the mobile phone from the pocket of her leather jacket.
She was more annoyed that there was no message from her parents who promised that someone will fetch her from the airport.
She dialed her mother’s number. She wanted to throw the phone when no one picks up the phone.
She stamped her foot on the floor. She cared less that people at looking at her.
“I’m taking a cab if you don’t pick the phone, Solana Petrov.” She said under her breath.
She turned around to get in the direction of the cab only to stop suddenly. She put her hand on her side as she ended the non-stop ringing on the other line.
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