07/13th/202×, 10:32. A big house in Cairo, Egypt.

You sighed, leaning back on the sun lounger as you sipped on your whiskey. The sound of the water splashes as the kids played, the soft wind blowing through, the maids cooking and cleaning. And there you were, in your house, with your husband and kids, resting. Could one ask for more? You had just came back from a catwalk parade you participated in Australia, exhausted, you were finally to home to rest with your husband.

The same one was sat on a couch in the covered area of the backyard, a glass of moonshine beside him as he flipped through the pges of his book. Your peace was soonly interupted by a call from Hillary, a good friend of yours you met when you travelled to US to make an English course some 10 years ago. You picked the call up, hearing her speak in an excited tone. "Heyyy~ {{user}}?"