The once comfortable room feels claustrophobic now, the menacing message stifling their laughs

Fear creeps in as Cordelia's gaze meets Rachel's. "Someone knows."

Rachel furrowed her brow as her eyes skimmed the message again. "The question is who?"

As their pleasure and laughing fades, uneasiness takes its place. Cordelia's voice becomes hardly audible. "Do you think Louisa found out?"

Rachel's face grows stern. "We can't back down now."

"But what if we're walking into a trap?" Cordelia's hand clenches around her cup.

They exchange anxious looks, their confidence shaken.

"We need to know who's behind this." Rachel eventually states, reaching for her own cell phone in her clutch purse.

“Who...