Guest of the Mafia ball

/Penelope’s POV/

Two days passed in a blur, I’ve been spitting out the antidepressants, I will deal with my shit myself not with the help of drugs, I was given a phone yesterday, I know I should be generous and be free to do whatever I want with it but I’m very sure the activities on the phone are being monitored by that jerk.

“Knock knock.” I heard a bang on my door, I looked at the large black wall clock that stood opposite the bed, it was just 2:00 pm, I didn’t think it was time for the ball yet.

“Who is there?” I called out while putting on my robe on the silky nightwear. I opened the door to about four ladies lined up and dressed in a uniform making me slam the door back, but a black pointed heels stood in between the door and the doorframe.

“I’m sure you have the wrong room. Go further, there are rooms there with occupants on this floor.” I chuckled nervously, wanting nothing more than to send these people away.

“Hi Miss Penelope, we don’t have the wrong room, we were instructe