"Lydia, How could you!" A disgruntled looking Linda cries out and the blushing bride to be has the decency to look away sheepishly.
We are at our favourite meeting joint seeping taking a milkshake or two. I stir my chocolate expresso milkshake and lick the rest off the straw before turning my eyes on the pair with a hint of amusement on my lips.
"And I thought we were friends! I treated you like a daughter and this is what you do to me?"
From the way Linda is going on, you'd think that Lydia's committed the most heinous crime there is, but no, all she did was keep quiet. Not at a murder trial that lead to the electrocution of the innocent falsely accused victim, but about her relationship status. From the way her lips are moving, I can tell that she's at loss for words and as much as I
