A slow impish smile curled the blonde's burgundy plump lips. “I heard you were back, but never imagined it to be true. After all, you wouldn’t have returned without even visiting your friends. Well, that’s not the attitude of the Vanessa I used to know.”
Vanessa did not back down. She squared her shoulders with a sharp sigh. “I had not realized we were still friends, seeing as how you stabbed me in the back for all to see.”
My gaze flickered between each woman, contemplating what to do. Angry fumes evaporated from their pores. Light a match and it would catch a flame inside the club. Friends sure as hell did not stare at each other with so much hatred and resentment. This could be the norm for these rich folks. They had a thing for not trusting others. Who would blame them anyway?
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