BIANCA’S POV.
By the time I open my eyes, the clock on the nightstand reads eight-thirty in the morning and it takes a second for everything to dawn on me again. Sitting as I support my tummy with my other hand and place a foot on the floor before adding the other.
I never liked Nia, and she did not fail to disappoint me. If Mike or Alejandro, or even my brother had put her up to putting me to sleep she should have at least told me. It is my body and by the way she calls herself my friend . I should be alerted. What were they scared of? The possibility of me ruining everything for them? Why should I ruin things? Even in my rage, I can still think. Is it because I am pregnant and they feel the need for me to rest? Even still, Kiki is my friend. I already see her as my sister.
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