Chapter twenty eight.

Emily's POV.

"Has anyone seen my phone?" A sudden cry broke out from the crowd and the voice belonged to no one else but Elisha.

I stopped dead on the track as the shrieking tone of her voice hit me hard.

Her phone was missing? And the ideal place to find it was the dance floor.

"Ignore her, she's just throwing a tantrum," Adrian whispered to me.

I tried so hard not to let my feet wobble as we made our way towards our table.

Elisha was onto something and I could feel it, and somehow, I could tell her mischief has everything to do with me.

Soon after she raised the alarm, everyone at the dance floor were slowly beginning to turn toward her, inquiring information that could help get to the phone quickly.

"It was right with me few seconds ago," she continued to look around, faking to search around.

"Well, you could use mine to dial your phone, you might have misplaced it somewhere close," one of the ladies around offered.

I watched keenly as she took the lady's phone, punching