S O F I A
"What? You're going to Paris?" Irish asked, shock written all over her face when I told her I'd be on my way to Paris tonight. "But my due date is getting near, just a week more. I want you and Zander to his/her godparents." She pleaded at me, I scratched my nape and began to think. Surely, Zander would come home if the baby is born so I could still wait for a week.
"Okay sure. I'd love to meet your second child. And thank you for making me their godparent." I sincerely said and patted her arm.
"And what did you say earlier about your close friend? Zyra was it?" I nodded and looked at her. She squizzed her eyebrows like trying to remember something. "Can you tell me what's her full name again?"
"Zyra White." After a few seconds her eyes went wide.
"I know her! She's a model
