CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ROXANNE'S POV
Was I wrong to mistake Tarella's voice for the kidnappers? My heart certainly skipped a thousand meters, when I heard the voice. I had feared the worst. The voice almost swooned me to the cold tiled floor. If not for Tarella's kind and beautiful face and smile, I would've sworn that she was the one.
"Yes Tarella, I'm very much alive. And you, how are you doing?" I returned the pleasantry, wearing a strained smile. For some reason, the smile had refused to come out naturally and genuine
Tarella would never cease to draw everyone's attention to her impeccable fashion. Though she was formally dressed in a suit, her grey trousers stood out elegantly above all the skirts and gowns in the room. She had always been in the spotlight, making heads turn frequently. Her heels and sneakers were always glimmering with money. It was surprising that she was still single, at least that's what she had made everyone believe
