Alana was standing in front of the mirror, her eyes fixed on her reflection mindlessly for an hour now. All her thoughts were related to Mia. She had indirectly tried to warn her to stay the hell away from Steve aka Sebastian but Mia being her naïve self, just brushed it off.
However, from the last two days, Alana had sensed a sudden gloominess in her voice. When asked her, Mia informed her that Steve wasn’t talking to her properly and had been ignoring her calls and texts for the past few days.
On top of Alana’s confusion, the bastard son of a b***h had asked her to be ready at six in the evening and she had no idea of what he had planned for her.
Without any further interrogation, she had gotten ready. She didn’t do anything much to change her appearance other than slipping into
