Lizzie was starting to get worried; Gisele had been gone for over three hours. It didnât take that long to find a birthday gift.
She started pacing and thatâs how Slate found her thirty minutes later.
âSlate, thank goodness youâre hereâ, she said and ran towards him with relief in her eyes.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â, Slate asked as a reply looking at her panicked face.
ADVERTISEMENT âItâs Gisele, she went hours ago to find a birthday gift but sheâs not back yetâ, she replied, her voice as panicked as her expression.
Slate frowned, that was definitely odd and he repeated so to Lizzie.
âYes, Gisele is always careful about this sorts of things and if she has to be late, she calls. But sheâs not even picking her phoneâ, Lizzie answered, looking even more worried.
ADVERTISEMENT Slate took out his phone and tried calling Gisele; it rang but there was no answer as Lizzie had said.
Slate was very scared something terrible had happened to Gisele, the love of his life.
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