The wind had died down, and the curtain once again blocked the glow of the moonlight, leaving her unable to see Kelsie.
But Charlotte remembered where she had seen her and kept her eyes fixed on that spot, asking in a shaky voice, "How did you get into my house?"
A subtle rhythmic sound, which Charlotte soon realized was Kelsie drumming her fingers against something, filled the quiet air.
Shortly after, she calmly mused, "That? I found the front door open. That expensive electronic lock you have just gave way when I touched it."
"That's impossible! I spent so much on it and they assured me it wouldn't…" Charlotte temporarily forgot herself and was lashing out when Kelsie laughed, interrupting and bringing her back to her senses.
"Exactly! I knew It was expensive. And so is this house you're living in. The artworks on your wall, the clothes in your wardrobe."
"Don't even get me started on the expensive wines you have. I almost thought this was a wine factory."
