(CLOE'S POV)
It's almost six in the evening, and I am still unsure if going to Ziggy's farewell dinner party will be a good idea.
I took a deep breath while facing in front of the mirror and staring over my reflection, I am wearing a sleeveless, patterned black and white button-up collared blouse and high waist soft jeans, buttoned short pants, paired with a back strap wedge. Yes, I am dressed and now trying to put a little make-up on. However, I am still undecided. Should I go or not? Between my contemplation, my phone flashes together with my favorite music as the ringtone of my phone. It came from an unknown number.
Without minding so much, I answered the unknown call with my unenthused voice.
"Hello…"
