She’d found Christy standing up there on the top floor glaring down at her after several minutes, as she sat with her coffee in the foyer of the packhouse and waited for the inevitable show to start, though disappointingly, other than an annoyed, frustrated snarl coming from up there, there was nothing else.
She'd been hoping, like Debbie, that girl would pitch a hell of a fit over not having access to the Luna Suite. Rant and rave and come down and blame her for it. It seems she'd thought better of it, now just stood up there, glaring down at her.
“Yes, Christy?” Mischa asked, looking up at her.
“What is going on?” Christy had asked right back. “I can’t access the Luna Suite.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about to be honest. I’ve not seen or spoken to your Mate in three days,” S
