Chapter 7: Encounter [II]

Donald's POV I whistled to catch her attention. She was overly disappointed. I struggled to keep my disbelief from showing on my face. I was awfully shocked when I saw her leg trapped within. "You... can... come in." I ushered her in and pondered why she had to do it when she couldn't pull the door apart.  To my shock, she walked into the elevator gorgeously. I'd thought that the joint of her bone would have crushed into pieces but well, she seems competent and looked like she was into this act and had become an expert. "Thank you." She mumbled.  My eyes closed involuntarily as the melody of her voice tore down the shock I was yet to absorb. A light smile eloped from my lips unplanned.  The fact that the lady was dressed differently from the tyrant earlier astonished me even more. Her hair served as the first guise. The woman from earlier has hair that is dark and shiny. But here, she was with red hair, curled and packed to fall on one shoulder. She was also wearing a long, silver gown