After the Sexy Pillows’ performance outside Delish, Quila went straight to the comfort room to change, signaling to Thaz to wait for her. Her bandmates went to gather at his table. Their instruments were placed near the makeshift stage. They were the last to perform that night.
In the ladies’ room, Chessa cornered her before she could go out.
“Hey,” Quila said to the drummer. Her eyes assessed the pregnant woman, whose stomach was not noticeable yet. She looked “normal” in her jeans and shirt.
“Quila, you’re not communicating with Anton anymore, are you?” Chessa queried her haltingly, eyes filled with curiosity.
Quila’s brows slowly furrowed. “It’s been over a month since he last called me, telling me you could not make it to our gig,” her reply. “It was the first time I heard that you
