Chapter 22: The Defense

"Where are you coming from dressed like that, Lorena?" Her father asked, stomping his cane hard on the ground. Lorena jerked up and began to tremble. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, she settled for covering her body with her hands.

"What is the need for that when the world has seen you naked!" His whole body vibrated as he pointed the shaky cane at her.

"See, I told you not to do it. Now you're in trouble." Her sane voice mocked.

"Now is not the time, silly!"

She shut her eyes tightly to wade them off. She needed to think quickly. Her father was not supposed to find out about her shoot like this. Her plan was falling apart, and she couldn't even get herself to speak. Also, she wondered what was taking Markris so much time to get inside the house.

"Signor Cicero, Verona is on the phone. She wants to speak with you." A voice interrupted. As soon as the person became visible, Lorena breathed a sigh of relief.

"End the call. I don't feel like speaking to her