Lola
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When the car came to a halt, I stepped out. In front of me stood blocks of flats. I reached for my phone and messaged Bella, informing her I was outside.
It didn’t take long before I saw her small frame walk out of the entrance.
A soft smile formed on her face. “You didn’t wear your nun outfit,” she said, reaching for one of my luggage.
“I didn’t want any attention,” I said, “thank you for letting me stay here.”
She swatted me on my back. “It’s no big deal.”
Following her up the spiraling staircase, we reached the third floor. The passage was dimly lit as a faint stream of light filtered through the windows at the end of the corridor, which was blocked with a curtain.
When we reached her door, she rifled through her pocket and brought out a key. Inserting into the keyhol
