Aisha Bilal

Dinner Date

Raissa was furious. And nervous. But above all she was exhausted. She opened the door to her apartment number 217, kicked off her Christian Louboutin high heels and sank on her large sofa. She looked at her clock above the television: 6:17pm. She grabbed her silk pillow behind her, held it firmly between her hands, pushed her face into it and screamed.