CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
We got home almost at the same time as the raging Angie. She slammed the door of her car shut, rushing up the small steps where we were standing as she pushed the main door open, walking inside in short angry steps.
“Where the f**k is she?” she demanded.
“Where is who?” Tiara questioned, looking up from where she was setting the dinner table but then she saw us and a smile encroached her face,” I see the lovebirds have made up and you are in time for-“
“Rania get your ass down here this minute!” Angie shouted, running up the stairs without caring that she was in heeled-ankle length boots.
“Did something happen to their You tube account? I asked them if they were certain co-owning an account was okay and they swore it was. I knew it was not a good idea for them to
