"But..." Taking out the gun out of her mouth, Madam Liz got up.
"Since you are pretty, I will give you a chance to speak."
"What's your wish?" She asked looking down at Mia.
"I want to be one of the girls to be taken out for the party." Mia murmured more in a whisper.
"That's it?" Liz questioned, a little taken aback. She expected more like a freedom speech from this young lass.
"Yes. Since I worked in a bar, I know better than anyone else what this pool party worth. And I am a ballet dancer too. I am sure your guests would be hell impressed."
Her words brought a foolish smile on Liz's face.
"You are smarted than I valued."
Turning towards Abela, she continued,
"Get her ready. She will be joining the party."
And Mia couldn't hide back her triumphant smile. She was just a step away.
Next day.
"All done." The lady declared placing aside her cosmetics.
Looking at the makeover she was dolled up into, Mia sighed.
"Just for a murder." Muttering under her breath.
