The invitation came later that evening.
A message on Aisha’s phone, cheerful and casual, as if nothing had ever been wrong.
Girls’ night! Just us. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve a break 💕
Aisha stared at the screen for a long moment.
Her first instinct was hesitation.
After everything that had happened—the tension, the strange looks, the unspoken sharpness beneath Amara’s smiles—something in her chest tightened.
But then guilt followed.
She’s your best friend, Aisha reminded herself.
She wouldn’t mean any harm.
You’re probably just overthinking again.
She typed back a soft yes before she could talk herself out of it.
Amara’s apartment was warm and carefully arranged—candles lit, music low, everything curated to feel safe and intimate.
She greeted Aisha with an easy sm
