"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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As decided, we all met at Picasso for a group discussion and breakfast. We all were going to meet for lunch, but I had to go to the hospital for a follow up on my situation.
The restaurant was practically empty aside from a love-sick couple and our group. Most of the chatter and noise was coming from our booth.
"Whether you like it or not, Damon and Elena were perfect for each other," Brianna stated. Currently, Lenny and my best friend were having an argument about the infamous show and the ships. I knew better than to interrupt and end the conversation, so I just stayed quiet and enjoyed the friendly banter.
"Damon was toxic for her. Yes, he loved her selfishly, but he was still toxic. He killed Jeremy once and attempted to kill several more times," Lenny presenter his side of the argument.
"Lenny, give up already. Delena is endgame because they did end up together. Plus, Stefan married Caroline," Brianna smugly replied.
"Are you running out of point to fight?" Lenny pouted, making Brianna roll her eyes and curse under her breathe.
"No, you are th-"
"I missed this," Jordan whispered in my ear, earning a small giggle from me.
He wasn't lying. I missed all of us together too. We had already been a lot and it was about time we did something that made us happy instead of tense.
"Valerie, ask Brianna to just accept the the fact," Lenny complained.
I was seated in between Jordan and Brianna and Lenny, Blake and Kelly were in front of us. Derek has to borrow a chair since there was no space for him to sit and was on the corner of the table.
"Learn to fight your own battles, Grande," Brianna said and looked around for somebody to take our order.
When a petite waitress walked to our table, I immediate thought was to ask about Carl since we were seated on his side of the tables. But, I kept my mouth shut because somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I was being paranoid for no reason.
"Where's Carl?" Lenny voiced out my concerns.
"He took a holiday today. He was feeling under the weather," the girl replied and took down our orders.
Picasso was known for its maple syrup pancakes and chocolate waffles and that was exactly what we ordered.
"Let's talk business now," Derek said. "What are we going to do now? We have to stop giving the killer the upper hand."
"We have to make the town believe that one of us is planning to publish a book about Rosalind's life and taking that as an excuse, we do what we should have done in the beginning. Scrutinise the town and question each and every person who came in contact with her," Kelly spoke.
I took a moment to let her words sink and mentally looked for any holes that would land us in trouble.
"We start with this list," Blake added and slipped a piece of paper on the table. "We managed pull some strings and check the surveillance of a few places. This is the list of people she talked with."
