Marcy’s narrowed eyes and deep frown softened, and a look of concern creased her pretty features and she asked in a gentle voice, “Vee, what happened?”
Venus swept them all with a glance. Not a look she gave her friends often, because she was too wimpy to cause conflict and she was the peacemaker of the group. She was a perpetual pleaser, much to her friends’ dismay. They wanted to toughen her up. Make her more of a b***h on wheels—what they considered themselves, and they were so not. They were the very best friends any woman could have. But Venus just wanted peace. She didn’t want a chaotic existence. She liked her quiet life, her small group of friends and her jobs at the library and restaurant that weren’t even in the same stratosphere as a place like Club Ecstasy.
With a sigh, Venus
