◇Kate◇
“Come on, Kate, spill out,” Stella said.
They were having breakfast together at Kate's house.
Stella had always been able to read her best friend like an open book.
“Spill what?” Kate replied, taking a slow sip of her coffee.
“ Whatever's weighing on you, it's written all over your face.”
Kate toyed with her fork for a moment, tracing the pattern of her plate. Then she finally spoke without meeting Stella’s eyes.
“I slept with Dean.”
Stella froze, then she burst out laughing.
“Oh God, you work fast.”
Kate glared at her, and Stella’s laughter died instantly.
“When,” she asked.
“The day I went to his house looking for my diary. We argued…and one thing led to another and we ended up in bed,” Kate replied.
Stella leaned forward.“ And what happened next?”
“He asked for a
