Alejandra Swan Smith was trapped in her luxurious bathroom made for a queen herself, water filling her lungs suffocating the life out of her. She was surrounded by white walls with everything neatly in place. Guilt lies guilt lies upon lies chanting in her head. Eyes closed, legs closed, her hair wet and moist lips that can be compared to the devil are closed. It feels like she have drifted into another life where she is at peace with herself, God have forgiven her for her sins and she is not married to Adonte Smith, who she calls her husband.
She jolts out of the water, wrapped herself in a towel and did her morning routine. The memory of Anna-nicole Webster dead body wrapped in a white cloth covered in her own blood keeps repeating in her head. She wonders who killed her and why as she was only a innocent, naive woman and a very close friend of hers
