I tried to not dwell on the weird feeling settling inside me. And I tried to not make a comment concerning their relationship with their other cousin. We made our way to the changing room, passing by people, men and women. I smiled at them, trying not to feel as intimidated as I had been earlier. But most times, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. It was like they wanted to tear me apart, to scrutinise me so dearly, so heavily as they searched for a mistake in my movement, my hair and even my clothes. It was daunting and I really wished they would stop.
Strangely, I could tell that they knew who I was. They might not have known me as Genesis but as Mrs. Chase. Our family has been the talk of the town for a while now, with Jordan’s scandal circulating the media few months af
