The weather was hot, Giselle did not know why she was restless, it was as though the sun understood her distress and decide to go easy on her as it was beginning to dip behind the skyline across the hallway outside Serayah’s apartment. Giselle had spent the last few hours sulking, wondering what her next step would be. While she was lost in thoughts where she was, a thud-thud-thud at the door made all three of them jump.
"Don't open it," Lawrose hissed, dropping his fashion magazine. "I'm telling you, it’s him. I strongly feel it’s him."
"It’s a delivery knock, Law. Relax," Serayah said, though she gripped her rolling pin like a club. She looked through the peephole. "There’s nobody there. Just a box."
"If you were not expecting an order or a parcel, Don't touch it! For security reasons
