After placing my purse down on the marble counter back at home, I spotted Sage’s iPad next to it. I furrowed my brow, unsure how it had gotten here, and followed Bethany through the house to my closet. She had complained all the way back to my place because one of her buttons had come off her pants and she needed new ones.
“Laila!” she called from the closet.
Cursing to myself, I jogged into my bedroom and then into the closet, spotting Bethany staring, wide-eyed, at Sage and Constantino, who stood at my floor-length mirror.
Fuck, Sage can’t be here while Bethany is.
Fuck, Sage can’t be here while Bethany is.Standing in one of my dresses that hugged her curves, Sage gulped, chewed on the inside of her cheek, and glanced over at me, cheeks red as a tomato. My breath caught in my throat
