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.

but Evander’s downright evil and uncaring. He doesn’t even

a slut, remember? And sluts are great at toying with men. If she can play

have a point.” Siobhan sneered. “She’d

gotta be on guard. She’s getting along swimmingly with

the implication, and her face

shone in Denise’s eyes. Feigning concern, she

waver. “All right, enough. Just tell

receiving interviews from the

the vibe check, Ms. Sorelle. Looks Instagramable even without any Photoshop. Oh, we just got a call

news. And I

Sorelle. You underestimate yourself.” The photographer smiled dryly and made small talk. “You do what you have to do. I

“Sure.”

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

her makeup. When Angeline came in, Denise gave her a cryptic smile.

turned the faucet on and washed her hands. She wouldn’t say hi to me out

wipe her hands dry. Then she tossed them in the trash and tried to leave, but Denise gasped in