As Maya walked into the living room, her cheeks were still flushed and burning with anger. She had been cursing Charles in her mind for quite some time.
It was all because of that one comment he made when he left. Davina had relentlessly questioned her all the way, asking if it was true that she wasn't wearing a bra. How did President Darwin even know she wasn't wearing one? Maya felt her face heat up with embarrassment.
She had to respond, but the underwire from her bra somehow poked out and was digging painfully into her skin.
Unable to bear the discomfort, she had taken it off in the hospital bathroom, thinking that as long as she kept her down jacket on, no one would notice. Little did she expect such an embarrassing incident to happen.
Margaret was sitting on the couch, engrossed
