Joann's POV.
Tasha kept staring at me, like she was trying to remember who I was, and I tried as much as possible to hide my face.
I could already hear the whispers and giggles from those behind me and I glared at the attendant, though he won't be able to see it.
"Just give me" I snapped slowly, and he packaged it for me. I paid hurriedly, rushing out only for Tasha's voice to stop me.
"Wait, I know you" she said and I gulped.
Wait, why am I afraid?
Why am I hiding myself?
She is the one who stole my man, yet, I'm the one who is trying to hide myself because I had a night stand?
Anger washed over me suddenly, and I turned to her.
"Yes, you do"
I removed what covered my face and her eyes widened.
"Joann?" She called surprised.
"Oh yes, don't mind me, I
