When Stella walked into the house, she was astonished to see a suitcase in the hall.

She has
lived alone in her little apartment since she moved to this town. She didn’t know anyone
except her friend from work, John. They work together in a small cafeteria in the city center.
The suitcase was huge, as if it could hold a wardrobe inside. And it was pink. All pink. Stella
came closer, but carefully. In the living room, spread over the entire couch, was sitting a
woman. She looked tall and slim like a model. She had beautiful, long, golden blonde hair-a
new fashion trend. “What on earth is she doing here, who is she and how she got in here!”
A million different questions just flowed into the Stella’s head. Suddenly her phone began to
ring in her purse and the woman noticed her. Stella saw on her display the text: unknown
number. She got a little scared, because despite the fact that she doesn't have too many
friends, she always has numbers written down, and the unknown ones never ring. There
was something wrong with all of this. She didn’t manage to answer the phone, because a
stranger woman was already heading towards her to hug...