“Aw, that’s sweet. But didn’t you know about—”
“Did I tell you he bought me a car?”
“Really? What kind?” Gia squealed with excitement.
“My stupid piece of s**t car broke down. It was a big mess, and it happened at the same time that I figured I wasn’t good enough for him, that he needed some Hollywood looking chick. Not me, a fatty. I was all set to never see him again, ignoring his calls. Then my car broke down while you were at work, and I had no choice. I had to call him to help me.” She grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip. “The car was a hot mess, and he remembered me telling him my dream car was a Mustang. Well, he showed up at my house after that horrible game; you know, that one where he beat the hell out of Rancy? Well, one thing led to another… Anyway…” She cleared her thr
