Chapter 11

After walking out of the bedroom, Bellatrix made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup, she filled it with water and immediately drank it, washing down the medicine in her throat. As she was placing the cup back, the sound of vibration from the table caught her attention. Glancing over, her gaze landed on her phone which was ringing. She walked over and picked it, pressing it flat against her ear as she answered the call. "Hello?" She took notice of her voice as she spoke this time around. It was hoarse and low. Definitely as a result of the screams and moans from last night. "Good morning, Bella," Came Damien's cheerful response from the other side. "I hope you remember your promise and most of all, hope you've picked out a stunning outfit?" Her promise? For a few seconds, like a lagging computer, Bellatrix's fogged up brain found it hard to understand what Damien was referring to. And then, it clicked. "For the gala?" She asked, a bit unsure. "For the gala," Damien clarified. "I sen