Chapter 83

Writer's POV

Serena dropped her key with Priscilla on her way out of the hotel. She took each of her steps carefully, minding her pointed heels. Models should be awarded, how do they lift themselves on high heels and walk so lightly?

Serena drove off, feeling much better than ever. She had solutions to her problems already. Her head moved forward and backwards to the rhythm of the music she was playing in her car. She tapped on the steering, singing along.

When she gets to Anderson's place, she would tell him what she wanted to print which she knew well enough was just an excuse. She humphed.

Serena got to the place which looked busier than it was when she went there in the morning. She parked her car along the road and wore her shades. Going to the shop should be easier than it was the last time. Perhaps Anderson was expecting her. She did leave a nice impression the first time she skipped the personal information, she was in a hurry.

"Hello," she said to a blind lady she met at the