Ciara stood outside the grand entrance of Aurelia's opulent mansion, her heart racing with worry. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, anxiously waiting for someone to answer. Moments later, the butler opened the door, his formal attire impeccable.
Butler : Good afternoon, Miss. How may I assist you?
Ciara ( Aurelia's Bestie)
(concerned) Good afternoon. I'm Ciara, Aurelia's friend. I've been trying to reach her, but she hasn't been responding. Is she home? I'm really worried about her.
The butler's face softened, understanding the genuine concern in Ciara's voice.
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