Brielle’s Point of View
The next morning, I was in a hurry to get ready to leave the house because I knew Cara was looking for an answer and, at this point, I was not ready to give her any answer because I was still thinking about what I was going to tell Charles.
Speaking of Charles, I did not even tell him that I had someone in my life. I wore a black skirt that went up to my knees and a sleeveless peach top, a black stiletto.
I made my way to the subway because I didn't want a lift from Cara. I tried to find a sitting spot, but I was not lucky today, so I was going to be standing the next forty-five minutes to work.
My phone pinged and I quickly looked at the notification to check who had sent me a message.
“Good morning, babes,” the text from Cara read, I quickly responded with.
