Her Precious Baby

“Sure thing.” Zeferino nodded, apology twinkling in his eyes. He put his glass down and saw Angeline off.

Jealous, Siobhan held Zeferino’s arm and yanked him over. “Stop looking at her, Zefe. She’s a slut. Why would you ever work with her?”

Zeferino shot Siobhan an icy glare. Icily, he responded, “Shut it.” For far too long, Siobhan had tested his patience. “Our families might be friends, but you’re just a sister to me. That’s all. If you’re going to act like a brat around my guest, then I will not invite you to any events from here on out.”

Zeferino left Siobhan without saying another word.

“Zefe!” Siobhan stared at him in disbelief, but he wouldn’t come back. And so, she paced around angrily. She would’ve screamed if she could, but there were people around.

Suddenly, a woman said, “Calm down, Ms. Yiurk. Anger won’t do you well.” The woman was in a red low-cut dress, and she paired it up with some stilettos.

Siobhan shot her a look of disdain. “And who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am.” Denise snapped her fingers. A waiter came to her service, and she took a glass of wine from his tray. Then she swirled it around. “What matters is we have a common enemy. You don’t like Angeline, do you?”

Siobhan stared at Denise intently. “What are you trying to say?”

“Just that I don’t like her either. We used to work in the same company. I was more famous than her, but then she hooked up with Evander and destroyed my future.” Denise gnashed her teeth and downed the wine in one go.

was almost palpable. Siobhan felt it, and she frowned. Doubtfully, she said, “Yeah, right. Angeline’s annoying, but Evander’s downright

at toying with men. If she can play your cousin like a fiddle, what’s stopping her from

Siobhan sneered. “She’d do anything to get what she

around her cautiously. The coast is clear. She said, “So you gotta be on guard. She’s getting along swimmingly with Zeferino. Not

the implication, and her face fell.

she fell for it. A subtle sparkle of smugness shone in Denise’s eyes. Feigning concern,

right, enough. Just tell me what you’re

the moment, she was receiving interviews from the reporters, talking about the new product and some other miscellaneous topics. All of the questions

pictures and praised, “You pass the vibe check, Ms. Sorelle. Looks Instagramable even without any Photoshop. Oh, we just got

great news. And I

talk. “You do what you have to do. I need to meet up with

“Sure.”

leave. But before that, restroom. Much to her chagrin, she ran into the one person

before the mirror, reapplying her makeup. When Angeline came in, Denise gave her a

But Angeline said no more. She turned the faucet on and washed

of finding out what Denise was plotting. There was nothing to talk about. Angeline pulled some tissues out to wipe her hands dry. Then she tossed them in the trash and