There was a long stretch of silence as they sat facing each other. Neither one of them wanted to speak first. But Gigi couldn’t take it; she didn’t want this to drag on in her unit. If this woman came to talk, she might as well start now so it could end sooner. She wanted her peace, and that would only be possible if she was alone.
All her life, Gigi had been told she was beautiful—and she knew it too, she saw it in the mirror. But now, facing the woman who was about to marry Fabian, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy. Beauty isn’t everything. It’s superficial and useless if it lacks substance.
“What are we here to talk about?” Gigi was the first to speak. She looked up from her bowed head to meet her guest’s heavy stare.
Elvira McIntosh sat on the single-seater sofa with so muc
