ANDREA
“What about Mara?” I asked Wayne, once we started eating. It was eight in the morning and breakfast was already served but yet she was nowhere to be found.
“She will be here soon enough. She loves taking her time,” he replied.
I nodded in response and continued eating. We all ate in silence until she arrived dressed in an oversized T-shirt, her hair wrapped in a messy bun. I couldn't deny that she looked beautiful.
“Can you move?” She told me.
I was confused at first. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Move!” She demanded.
Wayne intervened. “How would you tell her to move? Pick another chair Mara and don't cause any drama.”
She remained adamant still and didn't want to give it up. “This used to be mine but yet she took it from me. She's taken you and she might as well take everythi
