Like a devil, his mere presence instilled terror in others. Such was the description that fitted John Stovall.
“You!” He hung up after spitting out the word sinisterly.
Just when a myriad of emotions was rushing through me, a message soon arrived from him. It read: Lucksville Lane 221, four o’clock. Letty, be there or be square.
As I held onto my phone, looking at his message time and again, I forced myself to calm down. I tried to convince myself that it was impossible for a person to fall into the same trap over and over again.
Since I could not avoid John, I might as well brainstorm a way to make him stay away from me on his own accord.
Bzzzzzzttt! My phone vibrated suddenly, indicating an incoming call.
It was Ashton. The moment I picked up the call, a frosty voice filled with indifference came from the other end of the line, “Get ready. You’ll be accompanying me to a party later.”
Still feeling troubled because of the matter regarding John, I tried to come up with an excuse after a pause, “Is it necessary for me to attend? I’m feeling a little unwell today. I want to stay home and have a good rest.”
There was silence on the other end of the line before it was broken by his deep voice. “Is it very serious?”
Shaking my head, I assured him, “It’s not that serious, but I don’t want to go out.”
After a pause, I asked tentatively, “Is the party important?”
“It’s fine. Go ahead and have a good rest then.” His voice was low and almost devoid of any emotions.
After hanging up the call, I sent a message to Macy. After that, I spent some time preparing before getting in my car and drove directly to the address sent by John.
It was four o’clock in the evening.
The sun was blazing and people were coming and going on the streets. The address John sent me pointed to a high-end private dress shop.
Keeping my guards up, I did not step in immediately. Taking out my phone from my pocket, I called John, yet I could not get through to him. Just then, a young lady in a green dress ambled out from the shop.
With a smile on her face, she looked at me and asked, “Are you Ms. Scarlett Stovall?”
Surprised, I nodded.
Still smiling, she said, “Please come in, Ms. Stovall. Don’t worry. Mr. Stovall has given us his instructions. Please leave everything to us.”
I followed her up to the VIP room on the second floor. After giving some orders to a few people, she brought me to pick a gown.
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