Felicia
I tapped my fingers on the edge of the table, listening to the sound it made. Kimberly hadn’t arrived yet, though she was rarely late. I’d chosen my room on purpose, cozy and quiet, private enough for the kind of conversation I was about to initiate.
I wasn’t one for meddling, but after my conversation with Cindy, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in my chest. Cindy’s words had been poison, designed to spread doubt, but a small part of me needed reassurance that her lies hadn’t taken root in reality.
I heard a knock on the door and I got up to open the door.
Kimberly stood at the door with a smile on her face.
“Come in,” I ushered and watched as she walked in.
Her polished, confident stride as graceful as ever. She was stunning in a way that felt effortless, her blue dr
