At the end of that week, on Saturday specifically, she stood in front of the mirror, nervously smothering the side of her black dress even though it wasn't rumpled. She had dressed up prettily in a black dress and packed her hair into a bun as the note in the parcel had instructed. Dinner at 8 on Saturday. At the new fast food just outside your estate. Sure you know the name, can't miss it. And dress pretty for me in a black dress, with your hair up, amore. —The note read. As she made her way to Chop taste, the fast-food he had instructed she met him, she stopped for a bit to send a text to Anna, telling her where she was headed... she did that just in case that was the last they saw of her. At least they could trail links to find her dead body and bury it. Not that she'd deserve a burial.
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