The realization
Annabel stood before the entrance to the centre stage, suddenly overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty. Three minutes were remaining before it would officially be eight o'clock. Annabel could feel her hands trembling and her heart racing.
She had not fully comprehended the situation she agreed upon. The Opera Populair was deserted by this time of night which meant that she and the Manager would be completely isolated. There had many stories like this before, she had heard, horrifying stories about situations similar to this. This had not crossed her mind. What if the stories were true? Maybe she should rather leave while she still can, there didn’t seem to be any sign of him yet.