His plan

"I told you to call him. I want to talk to him," Hazel reiterated, her impatience palpable.

Without further delay, Lily dialed Francisco's number, but to Hazel's dismay, he didn't answer the call. Frustration simmered beneath the surface as she tightened her lips in annoyance.

In a swift motion, Hazel ascended the stairs, her mind racing with questions and concerns.

"What is he planning?" she wondered, her thoughts swirling with unease as she retreated to her room.

Hazel's reflection stared back at her from the mirror, her nerves palpable as she tried to decipher Francisco's intentions. The evening descended, and invited guests began to arrive, but Francisco was nowhere to be seen.

Fueled by a growing sense of unease, Hazel paced back and forth in her room, her thoughts racing as she grappled with uncertainty. The anticipation weighed heavily on her, rendering her unable to stay still.

Her nerves got the better of her as she hastily changed into a short dress, her hands trembling with