“LET’S TRY AGAIN, LADIES.” Alera said, eyes skipping from Farida to Sobechi parked around a circular table in their customary hangout, Cactus Restaurant. “We’ve been friends for years.”
“I wasn’t the one who started the trouble.” Sobechi grumbled, tapping the surface of the table with her nails.
“No. But you were the one who just went on and on, complaining about everything.” Farida murmured.
“You’re the one who spread her legs for the Breaker of Hearts—”
“Okay, okay, ladies. That’s not what we’re here for.” Alera raised her hands. “I want to talk about myself, if that’s fine...”
“Go ahead.” Sobechi waved a hand.
“I don’t want any judgment for what I’m about to say.”
“Why are you looking at me, Alera?” Sobechi questioned.
Alera continued. “I’m back with Daniel. But we’re not living
