The lady with the hidden face

The lady with the hidden face

Princess Zoey

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Zoey was a quite lady but if the world only knew what was hidden beneathe that face....

The lady with the hidden face Chapter 1 Celebrating the first mile stone

Zoey Headley had finally passed the bar and was on her way of realizing her dream of becoming a lawyer. She decided to celebrate this mile stone by having dinner at a famous restaurant on the hip stripe known has Scotchies by the Sea. Eventhough she did not have anyone to celebrate with she decided to enjoy the evening to the fullest.

She order jerk chicken and rice and peas her favourite and a cool coconut water. To finish up she had a huge piece of coconut drizzle cheese cake and a scoop of chocolate ice cream. She then paid her bill and got up to go to the rest room to wash up. She finished washing her hands and mouth and just open the rest room door to exit when she glipse someone she thought she would never see again.

She went back inside the rest room and stand quitely thinking what to do. Under no circumstance must this person see her or know that she was living on the island. She went into one of the stall and decided to wait for some minutes before trying to leave. She sat on the toilet seat and rest her head on the side of the stall. She could hear ladies going in and out the rest room until all became silent and she jump up because she had nodded off without realizing. She looked on her watch and saw that an hour had passed enough time for him to have dinner and left the restaurant. She look outside the door it was all quite like the restaurant was getting ready to close. She decided that she should leave now and walk out towards the exit door and the security let her out but not before asking where she was because the restaurant had closed about fifteen ago. She told him she was having a belly ache and was in the rest room and did not realized that the restaurant had closed.

She went to the parking lot to get her vehicle and only her's and another vehicle was there. She quickly got in and drove out of the parking lot and headed home. She glanced in the rear view mirror at one point and thought someone was following her but the vehicle turn off on another exit and she continue heading home.

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