When last of the guests left , I went back into the hall to look for my mobile phone that I had please complete the story fast ,it's urgent

Forgotten on the dinner table- my stomach dropped. It was gone. I start to panic, my hands already sweaty with anxiety and stress. What am I supposed to do? Go out like a lunatic and start yelling for someone to tell me if they had grabbed my phone or not? That’s ridiculous!... but I think it’s my only option. I start running fast- or at least as fast as you can in stilettos and a pencil skirt. I burst out of the grand doors only to be disappointed. All the guest already drove away. That’s when I realized, in that very moment, that someone stole my phone.