Henson flicked his phone to life with a habitual swipe, thumb hovering over the messaging app as he quickly tapped out a note to his buddy Jonathan. [Hey man, you sorted things out yet? Mag’s wedding is in two days!]

After hitting send, he realized Jonathan was probably snoozing away, given the time difference.

Curiosity soon had him hunting down the photo Norah had sent—a snapshot of Jonathan. He scrutinized Jonathan’s every move and expression, hoping for a clue, any clue, that it was just a random meetup and not the scandalous one-night stand the tabloids were blabbering about.

As he was lost in thought, a knock on the door snapped him back to reality. Hastily, he flipped the phone face down and called out, “Come in!”

The door creaked open and Estelle sauntered in, catching Henson’s gaze fixed on her. She raised an eyebrow, “Why are you staring like that?”

Henson eyed her up and down, “Just checking if my grandma’s put a hex on you or something.”

Estelle rolled her eyes as she moved towards the desk, “Could you maybe worry about something that actually matters?”

Henson stood and approached, “Like when you and Jonathan are going to tie the knot?”

Estelle paused mid-motion, her handbag in mid-air. “Does it make any difference if we do or don’t?”

“Of course,” Henson retorted, “If you guys get hitched, I can brag to everyone!”

thought about hitting on Jonathan, he’d have the perfect excuse

“It’s not like I’m gagging you

saying it’s cool to go public with

nodded, “It was never a

Henson beamed, “Awesome!”

tad confusing, pulled out a book. “Quit daydreaming

minutes into the lesson, during a break, Estelle whipped out her phone. “Aren’t you gearing up for the math olympiad? I’ve got my hands on some

set, muttered,

phone, asking, “What’s the passcode? I need it to open the doc—used my

shot her

unlocked his phone and tapped into WhatsApp, a picture popped up. Her eyes

it open?” Henson’s mind was still wrapped around the math problems, but the silence from Estelle jogged his memory,

as she looked up casually, “Who

Henson’s face, “Don’t buy into it. Media, here or abroad, they all love to make a mountain

websites were just as trashy as

document she’d mentioned, and saved it with a serene smile, “Relax. Even if I saw Jonathan in bed with another woman, I’d believe someone sneakily

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