She stood there with a smug smile. Her arms folded across her chest.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
She glanced around the lounge.
“This place belongs to the father of my unborn child. I don't need an invitation.”
“By the father of your unborn child, you mean Nathaniel King?” Veronica asked.
“Of course.”
“Is that true, Brittany?” Veronica turned to me.
Everyone began laughing and recording the moment.
“You knew about this, right?”
I turned to Nessa.
“About what?”
I held my mobile up.
Her eyes dropped to the screen.
“Oh, that.”
“How do I know who did that?” she chuckled hard. “ And why are you hiding the truth from everyone?”
“You don't get to do that to me.”
She tilted her head.
“You wanted to be sure you weren't the problem; it turned out you were”.
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