NINETY-ONE

The following morning, Gemma stepped out of the room in a white floral gown and a small pink bag. Her makeup was perfectly made. She had no idea where Pamela and Tracy were, disappearing in just seconds, she rolled her eyes and sighed heavily repeatedly, taking her keys from the desk, she took a blue coat over the white and green floral gown.

As she opened the door about to step out, a text came in.

Juan:You have 30 days left, Love.

Gemma angrily threw her phone into her bag and continued.

"Oh, Mrs Dale?" Tracy called, Gemma paused, looking frightened by her presence.

"Tracy?" She asked, glancing up and down at her, she had her hair short and blonde, and Gemma was unable to recognize her.

"It's me, Mrs Dale," she said with a smile, Gemma fell silently stunned, but she managed a smile, with a piercing gaze. "Is everything okay, Mrs Dale? You look tired" she asked. Gemma inhaled slowly.

She was tired and could barely hang on, she felt heat consume her, and her eyes spinning. S