IT'S after 3 a.m. by the time Bella stumbles to the front of their house. Drunk. So drunk, she could hardly walk her way to the door.
She turned and waved at Frankie, Dona, Michelle and Avery as they waited in the car, making sure she could actually make it inside on her own. They were taking bets on how many times she'd fall in her high heels because they had to hold her upright coming out of the bar they'd been.
She wants to hate them for laughing at her, but she likes them. They didn't treat her like an outsider instead welcomed her like she's one of them. If only they're not her husband exes. They could even be good friends, she thinks.
"Bye!" Bella yelled, waving and leaning against the front door for a little support.
"Bye, Bella girl. Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" Michel
