As I was telling her my plan to Hazel while she was driving, the frown on her face grew deeper. Obviously, she wasn’t happy with my decision.
“And if you’re right, what will you do?” she asked, readily accepting my idea even though it sounded irrational. She’s indeed a true friend.
“Confront Sophie. Ask her why she’s doing this.” I honestly responded.
“I can give you one reason,” she said, focusing entirely on the road. “She’s probably jealous because you’re happy without her or she also likes Luther.”
Here I was, thinking my ideas were abnormally crazy but, apparently, Hazel’s were crazier. I shouldn’t be too worried. “Sophie is not an insecure nor a fickle-minded woman,” I informed her.
“Yeah, she’s definitely pretty, smart, and rich. Most likely, men run after her. But, once they f
