Samantha just lost her grandfather, but has no time to mourn. A box of newspapers show up at her door, supposedly from her grandfather. Soon she found out that the dates on the newspapers were all in the future, and that what happened in the newspap...
"Make sure that you sit next to Oli on the plane. I don't want you stuck sitting next to a creep, alright?", Mom adds to the list of things to watch out for.
Oli and I share a look, the start lugging our suitcases toward the cab. The driver comes and helps us put them in the back.
I open the door for Oli and she slides across the seats, sitting behind the driver. I look over and see that my mom has her arms open. I run to give her a hug.
"See you in a bit. Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone.", I tease.
She swats at my arm, gesturing for me to go. I rush back to the cab, sit behind the passenger seat, and close the door.
I watch my mom go into the house as we drive away while Oli gives the driver the address.
When we arrive at Mila's house, the driver looks confused. I chuckle and hand him the money. When he drives back down the street, I turn to Oli.
"Poor guy", she says, shaking her head.
"Well, we were acting like we were going far away."
"Yeah, and really we're 14 miles away.", Oli starts laughing. Just then, Mila appears at the door.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in here!", Mila yells.
We grab our luggage and trek up Mila's driveway. She gestures for us to come inside. When we're inside, Mila walks us through a hallway to our rooms.
"Here you are", she says.
I look inside the room and gasp. 2 four poster beds, 2 desks, a mini fridge, and a giant cork board covered in red tacks. I stumble into the room and drop my bags. Oli follows me, putting her bags on one of the beds.
"This...this is...", I squeak out.
"Mila, I said don't go overboard!", Oli scolds her, putting her hands on her hips. Mila just stands there, looking innocent.
"What?! This isn't overboard!", she insists. Oli rolls her eyes.
I look around the room again and notice a couple of filing cabinets and empty files on the desks. I look over at Mila.
"Oli told me you guys were doing investigative work.", Mila explained.
"Thank you, Mila. You have no idea how much this helps.", I say gratefully.
I pick up my bags, carry them over to the other bed, then start unpacking.
"The closet is over there.", Mila points to a door.
"I'm going to start some dinner, ok?". Mila walks out the door.
I stack my clothes up and walk over to the closet. I open the double doors and stare.
"Oli?", I whisper.
I feel her presence beside me, and I hear a gasp.
"I guess we wont be needing clothes then, will we?", she says.
The closet is full of beautiful clothes. Shoes and dresses and jewelry. I pull out one of the dresses and admire it.
It has a sweetheart style neckline with a long back and a shorter front. The color is beautiful; a dark hunter green.
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"Oh my god", I gasp out.
I look over and see Oli holding up a lavender ballroom style dress with a sequined pattern on the front.
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She meets my eyes, then looks at the dress I'm holding.
"We're trying these on later.", she says. I snap out of my trance.
"No way. This would look better on you anyway."
Oli's eyes widen. "No way! It totally goes with your eyes."
I hold up the dress in front of me and look in the full length mirror on the closet door. I have reddish-brown eyes, auburn hair, and a semi-pale skin tone. It does look good, I guess.
"Ok. We'll try them on later.", I say.
We hear Mila call us, so we follow the sound of her voice until we reach a dining room fit for a king. Mila is sitting at the far end of the table, so Oli and I walk over to her and sit down.
A silver platter of finger sandwiches sits in front of us.
"Let's eat!", Mila says.
After we're finished eating, I ask a question that I've waited to ask since we got here.
"So, Mila? No offense, but...if your family is this rich, why don't you live in the Golden Corner?"
Mila takes a breath, then answers, "My dad used to live there, but when he met my mom...he fell in love. My dad wanted to get married, but my mom didn't want to leave town. So...they compromised."
"Well, I'll tell you this. You are much nicer than some of the other rich kids that I've met.", I tell her. She smiles gratefully.
After dinner, Oli and I return to our room to see when the next event will happen. We open the box and start separating the newspapers by month and putting them into files.
Half an hour later, I find the most recent one. Saturday, May 1st, 2019.
"Saturday is tomorrow. I guess we have our work cut out for us.", Oli states.
