I wandered over towards the foosball table and remembered that I
had my camera upstairs in my clutch. I figured I would want to take
pictures so I went up to the first floor, back through the foyer
and up the main stairs. There were about 5 down the long hallway
upstairs. I didn’t know which one was the guest room, so I
decided to check the one closest to the stairs. I opened the door
and switched the light on finding a large queen size bed framed
with two nightstands and a picture of Paris above the headboard.
The bedspread was white and on top of it was a bunch of coats. I
looked through the pile for mine, since I had tucked my clutch in
the pocket. Rifling through the fabrics, I found black wool, mine,
and checked the right pocket for my clutch, but it wasn’t
there. I could have sworn I put it in the right pocket, but I
checked the left one anyways. It wasn’t there either so I
felt around the bed in case it had fallen out of the pocket since
it didn’t fit all the way. Finally, I came across a silver
sequin clutch with a giant bow, I found
it!
I opened the clasp and grabbed my camera, also checking my phone
for any new messages; there were a few, so I decided to bring it
downstairs. Carefully making my way down the stairs, I checked my
new messages, I had one from my mom, wondering where we were, but
it was from before the party. There were also two from my friend
Jill, who was also at the party, so I ignored those. Lastly, there
was one from an unknown number.
Yours is the black
Calvin Klein with the silver bow clutch
right?
I wasn’t quite sure weather I should respond to that or not,
so I dashed down the rest of the steps, through the foyer and to
the kitchen. I was sure I could find Zack where the food
was.
