SATURDAY:: 7:45PM

　　Cynthia rushed with all she was doing. She grabbed her purse, heading out of the room. She ran through to the stairs but held the handle from falling.

　　Mrs Sotomayor was returning from the kitchen with a glass of lemon juice in her hand, she looked surprised to see how hurriedly Cynthia was. "Cynthia, are you alright?" She asked.

　　"Oh yes, mother, of course, I am. " She answered. She adjusted her gown and dressed her hair, standing ...