Mia
Mia paced around her bedroom anxiously. She dialed Tristan's number to remind him of their meeting tonight but his number wasn't going through. Her forehead formed beads of sweat and her palm felt sweaty. She needs to do what is right even if it might cost her a friend. Tristan needs to amend his ways and stop trying to manipulate her activities to suit him.
“Why isn't he picking up? I f*****g informed him about tonight. Why does he always have to make things difficult for me? It's just a damn meeting.”
“Maybe not for him,” Victor intruded in her little ranting. “You don't have to look tense because of one man, sis.”
“Huh?!” She gasps in relief at the sight of her brother standing beside the door. “How did you get here? I thought you went out with your girlfriend? What the hell ar
