"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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"This is a dinner, not a funeral!" Brianna sighed as she got up from my bed and walked towards my closet. "You're also not a mysterious person anymore to wear an all black outfit. I get it, black attire always looks good, but you are not wearing that to dinner tonight."
I had invited Brianna to come and help me select an outfit. Kelly suggested to talk with Rosalind's parents and ask them if they observed any unusual behaviour or if they were aware their daughter was suffering from depression.
Derek had been generous and helped me out. He planned a dinner and invited me and Blake to it.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. The last time I visited the McAllister's, Derek found out his sister was killed. I did not want any further trouble for them. They already suffered enough.
"I don't have any other clothes," I murmured but Brianna ignored it as she rummaged through my closet, throwing every pant or shirt on the bed which didn't satisfy her.
"Then we make an outfit. You call me here for a reason, right. So, just let me do my thang," she sighed.
Once my closet was all empty, she turned around and scanned the previously discarded clothes carefully. Her index finger rubbed her chin as she concentrated on finding the "perfect outfit."
"What if I mess up?" I asked, looking up and fixating my eyes on her.
"Oh, you'll be fine. You've got Blake and Derek to handle the situation in case you mess up," she nonchalantly waved her hand in the air and bent down to pick up navy blue v-neck t-shirt and then walked to the other side of the bed to get the black ripped jeans. "There you go. Go change."
I silently took the clothing from her hand and went to the bathroom to change. "How did your investigation go?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"It was informative," she replied.
I got out and dusted the pant a bit, looking at her expectantly for an answer. She gave me a thumbs up and then smirked. "Look at your, all dolled up."
I rolled me eyes and muttered a small "shut up."
"What about Valerie? How did it go for her?"
"Well, she is going for a dinner too. I'll be happy if she comes out of it alive or well, if Lola comes out of it alive."
I turned around and squinted my eyes at Brianna's statement. I never took Valerie to be the type of girl who would hold or a grudge or even think of killing somebody.
Looking at the shock and confusion on my face, Brianna told me about her high-school incident and how they hated each other ever since.
"Come on, I'll drop you off and then will go to Valerie's to get Blake," I said as I put on my shoes and grabbed my motorcycle's keys.
"Oh no, drop me at Valerie's too. I have to help her choose an outfit too." She smiled.
"No, you don't," I said and furrowed my brows. "She is not going out on a date. She is going to meet her sworn enemy. She wouldn't care what she is wearing. Why do you wanna go there?"
