Pamela’s POV
Clicking my tongue, it was annoying to see that mousey little brat dressed to go out. My husband had to work. Marina standing there placing her order looking glamourous burned my skin. Before heading inside, I made a conference call to my three best friends. “Girls? I’m meeting with mousey today. How about you join us? She won’t say anything.”
“Sure. The same Starbucks we always meet at?”
“Yep, that’s the one. I’m just outside, and she looks pretentious.”
They all laughed. “Little mousey looking as if she has money? I bet she doesn’t. just trying a last-ditch effort to seem important.”
“I’m hanging up. I’ll see you all soon.”
The call ended. I felt in a better mood. Talking to them always put me in a better mood. Heading inside, Marina saw me coming. “Hey! You can place
