C52 A plan for Kenzo

Zara sat in front of the mirror, wiping her eyes with the tissue, her face got stained by the mascara. She sniffed and dabbed her face.

“Crying doesn’t suit you. I’m not sure how that’s gonna help you.”

“I don’t know why this is happening to me!” She cried more, staring at the pictures of Kenzo and Elina in Vietnam. She hurled her phone to the ground, it fell face down. Destroying the screen