That evening, when Diana arrived back home with Abby, she heard the doorbell ringing again.
After what happened earlier, Diana was more careful this time and didn't open the door straight away. She asked cautiously, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Diana!"
Diana heard the familiar voice. Confused, she opened the door.
"Antonette, why are you here?" she uttered coldly.
Antonette didn't wait for an invitation and strode past Diana into her apartment.
"I am just here for a catch-up. I haven't seen you for a long time." Antonette had a quick glance around the house and then sat down casually on the couch.
Diana couldn't be nice to the woman who most likely had Carol murdered. She frowned at her suspiciously.
"How did you get my address?" Not many people even knew she was back in town, let alone where she lived.
Antonette smiled innocently. "I haven't seen you for two years. Don't you have any stories to tell me?"
