12| The Fateful Night

"What a nice aroma! All seems nice and delicious!" Without looking at Vicky, Jacxon answered Vicky's expression. The youth of Vicky's campus were chatting and enjoying the sumptuous meal. It was cold enough, they were demanding cold drinks. "One more please!" A group of intimate friends were eating their dinner and talking about some drawings anxiously.

"Drawings?" Vicky's ears perked up instinctively. A group of eighty girls from the Girls' College was on an excursion trip to a hill station. They had been climbing up and down all the day and now seemed very tired. Some of theme did horse riding, too.

Vicky, along with some colleagues, was with that cluster of young girls. It was a two-day trip. After dinner, Vicky overheard some girls requesting their group in-charge to accompany them down the street to pick up their drawings, which they had ordered from a shop. The artist promised them to collect the sketches by the evening. They were worried because the party would leave for anoth