Chapter 13

Diana’s POV

“Laxatives, uniform, shoes…” I counted all the bags, making sure I left the cab with everything I rode with.

I made my way towards the apartment. I felt excited to hatch my plan for the charity event. I walked towards the door, and I suddenly felt a vibration near my hips. It was my phone. I took out and read the text.

[Just finished the wall, ma’am.]

Ah. It must be the painter, the one I called to fix my wall. I sent a “thank you” in reply, and then I put the phone back in my pocket. As I grabbed my keys, a guy bumped into me, almost making me drop all the bags.

“Hey! Watch it!” I exclaimed in irritation.

“Sorry.” He mumbled almost inaudibly as he paced past me.

He just came out of the door I was about to enter. He seemed to be in a hurry, so I let it slide with an eye roll. But then, I smelled something familiar as he passed by.

Paint.

I took a glance before he could disappear at the corner. On the side of hi