• • • • Sheila’s POV • • • •

The night is going on well. Invitees keep hushing in with their big expensive cars. While I keep admiring places and people how elegant and classic they look, they glow differently. It true that money gives a different kind of beauty and freshness.

Anyway, I aimlessly admire though my mind is somewhere else at the moment. I still can't understand Freddy and why he decided to sent me those documents. It makes me feels weird. Perhaps it might be something dangerous for me. Perhaps it's how they do here and I'm simply not used to their ways and I'm dramatising...