HAZEL’S POV
“Now that we are alone, I need you to spill.”
Josephine said after work and we were in my cottage relaxing. She had been looking at me with suspicion since I came into the kitchen late that morning and I told everybody the lie that Aziel and I had cooked up. She was the only one that knew it was a lie. Everybody else had bought it.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said, sipping my juice as I played with the dump.
“Oh, come on girl. You and I know that the story about you working for the boss and falling asleep is hogwash. I want the real story.”
“Who says ‘hogwash’ anymore? Were you born in the 1800s?”
She rolled her eyes at me and swatted me on the arm playfully.
“Stop trying to change the subject.”
I groaned. I knew she wouldn’t relent until I told h
