Chapter 0675

Nina

"It's Nina, right?"

A familiar voice pierced through my calm. Opening my eyes, I saw Lea, the woman from my last class, standing over me with a smirk. "Back for more?" she asked, tossing her sleek, long ponytail over her shoulder.

I straightened up, meeting her gaze. Enzo's words of encouragement echoed in my mind, reminding me of how it was best to be the bigger person and not let her high school attitude get to me.

"Yes," I said, offering her a polite but stiff smile. "I am."

"You ran off yesterday," she said suddenly, her thin lips curling upwards into a smirk. "Something wrong? Pull a muscle?"

"Nope," I replied. "I just had some morning sickness to deal with."

"I see." Lea lingered, her foxen eyes sliding over me. I felt small beneath her gaze, and the way she was staring at me made my heart pound.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She shrugged. "No, nothing's wrong at all," she said with a smile that was more plastic than teeth. "I've just never had morning sickness, so I can't really relate."

I shot her a disbelieving look. She was clearly a little further along in her pregnancy than I was, and I found it difficult to believe that she had never had morning sickness. "You haven't?" I asked.

"Nope." She shook her head and continued to smirk at me. "It's funny, most people don't actually realize that morning sickness comes from a poor diet."

"Does it, now?"

didn't even realize that morning sickness was a thing, because I've just always had such a healthy diet that I

stared at her for a

hissed. "She's such a

"I know."

Lea said, checking her nails, "are

said. "So I don't really have time to chat.

improve on that body," she said, a

of friends. Even though part of me wanted to jump up off of my mat and call her out in

figure and returning to my stretches. This was like high school all over again, and

the side of a singing bowl with a wooden maller so

I just tried to push aside my annoyance and focus on the movements. We started with gentle stretches, easing

and I found myself gradually relaxing into the rhythun of the class. Maybe

efforts to concentrate, though, I couldn't help but notice

room. Every time I struggled with a pose or lost my balance, their

to let them get to me. I refocused on Hannah's instructions, trying to ignore

see a woman with a friendly face and a kind smile beside me. I hadn't noticed her much before, but she had been there the whole time; she was in downward dog next to me, her

her little clique of mean girls. "Lea always acts like that. She's just bitter

blinked, surprised by her candidness. "Oh, I... Thanks," I stammered, unsure

to—or maybe just ignoring-the drama, "let's move

It was a

the way," the brown-haired woman introduced herself quietly, extending a

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