'The truth lies in the afterlife'
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When a naive Anahita is unexpectedly paid a visit by a strange young woman, her already confusing life takes a twisted turn.
She is introduced to a world of danger, secrets and lies...
That man haunted my dreams. He wouldn't leave my head. It is like he has become a part of me. Well, some time has passed since I've seen that lady. It is now Saturday. My employees open the bakery during weekends, not I. They take turns. I get up from bed and complete my morning routine.
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What shall do for breakfast? I take my Pink Book of Recipes and search through. "What are you looking for?", a sweet voice asked. I screamed bloody murder! "How did you get in here?", I ask the lady I saw the other day. My chest heaves with shock. "How are you, bestie?", she squeals. "Don't worry about me. Let's go shopping", she pulls my arms and leads me to the door. I stop. "No, no, no!", I resist.
"What's wrong?", she asks, disappointment lacing in her voice. "N-no, I refuse... I will not go with a stranger anywhere. You would be bonkers to think that", I look down, fold my hands to make fists, hoping that I made her a bit intimidated. "But, I told you my name", she whines. "We are besties!", she claims. "I'll tell you everything you need to know. Just... Let's go shopping. I desperately need a mani-pedi", she pulls my hand and dashes us out. "What's bonkers?", she asks. We pass my brightly shining garden as the there is a little sun shine and we enter the big black cars after the big burly opened the door for us.
The big burly men are silent as they they drive us to the mall. Ugh, I forgot my phone. I have short term memory loss. "Its not everyday I get to travel the world and shop. Daddy doesn't let me do so. He's very protective", she says. She speaks like Kim Kardashian, for some reason.
We arrive at the mall. She takes us to the most expensive stores, stores I don't bother looking at when I'm here and she shops away. I'll say it again, she must be rich. The big-men don't leave our sides, instead they are behind, in front and next to us. I feel like some sort of rich man's daughter, like Adorare. "Your outfit is cute", she compliments as she takes a picture of herself and me. "Oh no, please don't take any photos of me", I cover my face with my hands. "Why? You like, the most gorgeous woman", she makes a duck mouth and takes another picture.
