Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

sharp retort, she countered, “I doubt you’ve ever had a blind date yourself.”

Just as Lance was poised to respond, the mobile phone resting on the table abruptly chimed with an incoming call.

In a hushed tone, he raised a hand in a gesture of silence, then answered the call, his voice adopting a softer cadence. “What’s going on, Keilani?”

Keilani was a girl’s name.

Bettie remained uncertain about the nature of their conversation over the phone. She observed Lance Listening attentively before reassuring her, “Don’t fret. I’ll return in a few days and bring you some gifts. Alright then. Bye.”

Concluding the call, he placed the phone back on the table and cast an amiable smile in Bettie’s direction. “You were saying?”

raised as curiosity got the better of her.

as he scrutinized

wistfully, remarking, “Alas, I can’t fathom why

grace, devoid of any traces of envy, Lance pressed his lips together, indulging in

often received accolades for her

Bettie

himself rendered

serving, presenting an opulent

flourish, Bettie unfurled the wine’s secrets, allowing its crimson essence to cascade

on the other hand, indulged in two

persistent inclination for the elixir, he gently interjected,