“Are you talking to Lendhel, Verine?” and ate Chantal
My forehead furrowed at the question. “Not sister,” I answer sparingly.
“He’s really good looking right? He’s tall, rich, and intelligent too.”
Yes but no one can beat the single bulge of my life. I wish you could say something else came out of my mouth.
“Hmm… Yes sister.”
“You should text him… You know, to catch up on what he is doing.” I didn’t turn to her direction and continued to fold my clothes. I put the folded ones in the suitcase.
I don’t want to, sister. Then Mariah still had a crush on him, I don’t know. And I have a boyfriend! I might say no, I’m fooling him. I’m not Lendhel’s type. I only consider you a friend. “I don’t have a number of him.” Something else came out of my mouth.
Damn it! Why is it har
