Darlene
As the car carrying Elvie and Darren sped away toward the hospital, a nagging suspicion gnawed at me. I couldn't help but share my thoughts with Marghie, my voice tinged with skepticism.
"Marghie," I began, my gaze locked on the disappearing vehicle, "do you really think Elvie was genuinely feeling dizzy?"
Marghie looked puzzled by my question and asked why Elvie would feign illness. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes slightly, realizing I needed to clarify my point further.
"Look, Marghie," I said, my voice carrying a sense of certainty, "from where I stand, it's painfully obvious that Elvie has a crush on Darren."
Marghie's eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the gears turning in her head as she processed my words. It was evident that my observation had caught her off g
