Little did she know, her bliss was short-lived. The guy had found himself a barmaid.
Time and again, she scribbled in her diary about how the barmaid was a woman of loose morals, flaunting her skin even in broad daylight, a trashy floozy for all to see.
Before the barmaid died, Yvette watched her in the back alley of the bar, a place littered with garbage and filth, locked in a heated embrace with her boyfriend, then the barmaid staggered away alone.
Yvette followed her. With feigned kindness, she bought a whole lot of booze from the barmaid.
But it wasn't the drink she needed from her, just her company to drown the sorrows away.
The barmaid was never serious about Yvette’s boyfriend; it was all about the thrill.d2
After guzzling a few bottles, the barmaid advised Yvette to stop looking for love in a dumpster, assuring her that a pretty girl like her could find someone much better.
Yet, Yvette filled her diary with venomous words for the barmaid.
When the barmaid got drunk, Yvette pretended to escort her home.
They had been drinking by the lakeside, And when they neared the deep-water zone, Yvette pushed her in.
The barmaid was too intoxicated. She struggled briefly before sinking to the bottom.
Back then, surveillance was a rare commodity.
The barmaid died silently, her bloated body surfacing days later.
Despite the police officers finding her death suspicious,
No leads were found, and it was hastily chalked up to an accidental drowning under the influence.
Yvette was not without fear. She took sick leave and hid at home for several days.
She even had a plan—if ever questioned, she would rush to Natalie for help.
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