Author's POV

Paris,

Millennium Avenue,

No. 38, off Avenetti Villa.

"Dring... During" the ring from the phone emanates it distracted the attention of the woman in the kitchen who was heavily pregnant.

She was blonde and has a chubby look. Her protruded stomach was hitting the kitchen counter.

She had a knife in her hand that she was using to chop carrots and veggies. She halted with the knife in the air and heaved heavily in frustration.

"Honey," She called in a calm tone. But there was no response.

"Honey, whose phone is ringing? " Came her voice, this time louder than the first time.

She hummed, using the back...