Six Years later...

Elena

“Have you spoken to him?” Someone questioned from behind and it had me flipping my head to the direction of the voice. Finding that it was Maya who had stepped into my dressing room.

“I don’t have time for such meaningless things Maya and woman like me aren’t made to become house material but bed material.” I told, knowing the question which she asked and were it was aimed from.

Maya pushed the door closed, whereas I had face the mirror adding light layers of make-up on.

“And you’re really going to continue this life, you’re freaking twenty-five for heaven’s sake Elena you can’t keep on...