The Mafia Boss's Bride

Chapter 4 : New Problems.

Farah held up the note with the phone number, displaying it for Ava to see. "Look, there's a phone number here." 

 Ava considered the note for a moment before asking, "Should I call the number?" 

Farah studied the note and then looked back at Ava, her brow furrowing in thought. "Whoever this person is, they're clearly inviting you to call them. But think about it, why would they send you a phone number in a bouquet? If they wanted to talk, they could've just called you directly." 

Ava suggested, "Maybe they don't have my number."

Farah couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. She whispered, "Ava, you're far too innocent sometimes. Nowadays, it's not difficult to find someone's phone number. We're in countless group chats, social media platforms, and more. Plus, if they've sent flowers to your apartment, that means they know your address. And if they know your address, they most likely have your number, too."

Ava's eyes widened in realization. She had never thought about it that way. Her voice quivered as she mumbled, "What... What should I do now?" Ava's breathing got faster.

Momentarily forgetting about her burger, Farah handed Ava a glass of water. She advised, "Drink some water first, Ava. Calm your nerves."

Ava obediently took the glass. After finishing the glass, she took a deep, calming breath.

.....

An hour had passed since the unexpected bouquet of white roses had arrived, and Ava and Farah now found themselves in Farah's room. Farah lived in a shared apartment with some of her classmates, each having their own room. 

Farah reached for her laptop and powered it up. She looked at Ava and said, "Hey, give me the note." Ava retrieved the note from her jeans pocket and handed it to Farah. Ava also took seat beside Farah. 

"Do you think you can find out whose phone number this is?" Ava asked. 

Farah's confident grin reassured her. "Don't doubt it, buddy. It's a one-minute job." Farah had a knack for hacking and computer skills that had earned her a reputation among her friends. 

Farah began to work her digital magic. First, she ran the phone number through various online databases and directories, hoping to find a public match to the seemingly enigmatic digits. Then, she scoured social media networks, searching for any profiles or mentions associated with the number. However, her excitement turned to disappointment.

Frustration crept into Farah's expression as she realized the dead-end nature of the task. She shook her head and, with a sigh, turned to Ava, admitting, "I'm sorry, Ava. This number seems to be well-protected, and I can't access the owner's information. It's a private number." She closed her laptop and let her head rest on the bed, clearly disheartened by her inability.

Ava's face mirrored Farah's disappointment. Ava attempted to comfort her friend, " Leave it, The more we dig into this, the more we might stress ourselves out." 

She stood up on the floor and reached for a packet of chips that was on the table, opening it with a crinkle of plastic. Taking a seat beside Farah, Ava extended the packet. Farah accepted a handful of chips, her mood improving as she munched on the salty snack. "What was written on the previous note, Ava?" Farah asked. 

Ava munched on the chips, her tone nonchalant as she replied, "Not much, really. The note just said that the sender had seen me at Mia's wedding last night. Nothing else."

"So, they've seen you at Mia's wedding, but why all the secrecy, It's just so... bizarre." Farah crunched on a chip and said. 

 Ava leaned her back on the bed. "I wish I knew, Farah. It's been bothering me since last night."