Elena

A sharp knock on the door, had me fluttering my eyelids open, wondering what they wanted from me now.

“Mam please open the door.” The person requested from outside and it had me sighting out.

Couldn’t they just allow me sleep for an hour or two before carrying themselves to crash my little solitude of peace? Dragging my heavy body to the door, I opened it, shoving on a passive expression.

“These are some clothes.” I played a puzzled expression at him, wanting to know why he was handing me them. Actually you couldn’t blame me, not when I had someone like Diego Salvador wanting me to sign some...