Aiva’s gut feeling deepened as Marcelle confirmed that the guest list was indeed very odd. She also had wondered how Mr. Miller had even managed to obtain her address to send the invite in the first place. After all, Aiva lived a private life even with modeling and nobody knew where she lived except for a few people. The idea of someone she trusted selling her out like this made her skin crawl.
Marcelle had more of a connection with Miller than Aiva, but still, she claims to not know him well either. Even though she just got here, it all started to feel like a mistake. The circumstances surrounding everything seemed off, and Aiva wished she could have sensed it sooner.
“I take it you enjoy writing then?”
Aiva wanted to ask more about Marcelle’s work however she knew nothing about writing outside of medical writing. She was slightly familiar with the term ‘freelancing’ but did not want to pry further or seem uneducated in her questioning.
“I’m more of a reader than a writer myself, I have an obsession with fantasy novels”, she smiled at the last part. Fantasy was her favorite genre, vampires, magic, all the works. Instead of eating on her lunch breaks, she would just read.
@duck - Marcelle