A small sigh escaped the brunettes tired lips as her eyes lay trained on the photo in her hands. Really, it was of poor quality and she had better of him but she couldn't tear her eyes off the happy smile spread across the couples faces. The edges of the picture were crumpled and the picture had many folds throughout it. One in particular was so used and abused the picture only held by small threads of paper. She pushed her small, petite body of their wide blue bed and stepped daintily across the floor to the master bathroom. She pulled her clothes off her skin and folded them neatly in a pile on the counter before stepping in the stall and turning on the hot water.<br/><br/>He hadn't called her tonight like he had promised and Angela was getting extremely worried, he never didn't call her. She realized she shouldn't worry but the brunette couldn't help it, they'd be starting a life together, she loved him. As she lathered the soap into her lengthy mass of brown curly hair the door bell rang downstairs. Her eyes widened in shock.<br/><br/>What awful timing!<br/><br/>She stumbled out of the shower, chunks of white soap still amuck in her hair, and grabbed the thin blue silk housecoat hanging on the back of her bathroom door. She quickly pulled it on her lean and slender body and tied the rope around her small waist. Her feet, still wet, slid on the wooden steps as she hurriedly made her way to the door. Her housecoat by now had been soaked through and her wet hair hung in eyes, she pushed the matt of brown out of her face before opening the door wide.