Amber's POV
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Driving back home, I entered the mansion where I dropped on the couch in exhaustion, stilettos still clinging to my feet. Tasha strutted out of the kitchen, barely pausing as she threw chips into her mouth to chew, whereas Ava, the baddie queen, sauntered down the stairs in her crop top and bum shorts, her hand gripping a cucumber like it's a sceptre.
"Ew!" I made a disgusted face as she left the stairs to move closer, the cucumber glistening wetly in her hand. "Get that...thing off my face. It disgusts me, ew!"
"Cut the saint act, because you are nothing like one." She joined Tasha on the other couch.
"Amber!!! Where the heck have you been all this time?" Tasha reached for the glass table, letting the bowl land on it with a soft thud. "We've been worried sick abou
