MasukSheila's POVI started decorating at nine in the morning.Balloons. Fairy lights strung along the living room ceiling. A banner I had ordered two days ago that said "Happy Birthday Zuki" in gold capital letters.I pushed the furniture back to make space, set up a small table with her favorite snacks, ordered a cake from the bakery downtown that I had picked out myself. Chocolate ganache. Pink frosting. Twenty six candles.I told myself this was for the party. For my parents arriving tonight. For giving Zuki a proper send off even if the thought of her leaving made it hard to breathe.But I knew what it really was.It was me finally being brave.I had spent the morning texting a small group of people Zuki had met during her time here. A few girls from the club we had gone to on her first week. Emeka, the Nigerian guy from the food truck she had declared made the best jollof rice she had ever tasted outside of London. A couple of the neighbors who had met her and immediately fallen unde
Sheila's POVBobby texted me four times at work.—Good morning beautiful.😘—Thinking about you.😵💫—You free tonight? Wanna do something fun?🤩—Babe?I sat in front of my desk, reading them one after the other and felt something heavy settle over my chest.It wasn't peace exactly. More like the quiet that comes right before you do something difficult. When the decision has already been made and all that is left is the doing of it.I couldn't keep letting him call me beautiful, babe, his girlfriend when I knew how I felt.It wasn't fair to him.Bobby was a good guy. He deserved someone who was honest about their feelings. Not someone who would sleep with him while thinking of someone else.So I typed back: Can I come over after work? I need to talk to you.He replied in under a minute: Of course. Everything okay?I didn't reply.---I got off work early and drove straight to his house.He opened the door with a smile that dropped the moment he saw my face."Hey." He stepped back to
Zuki's POVI tried to change the flight that morning.After sitting on the kitchen floor for what felt like ages, regretting my confession to Sheila. I decided there's only one thing I could do to fix this mess.I'd washed my teary face and turned out my cold tea, then went upstairs to my room.Now I sat on my bed with my laptop open and pulled up the airline website, telling myself it was simple. Just move the date. New Year's Day was too far away and I could not sit in this house for another week pretending I was fine.I clicked on manage booking and selected an earlier date.Three days from now.The page loaded and I waited.(This booking is not eligible for date changes. To travel on a different date please purchase a new ticket.)I stared at the screen.Fine. New ticket then.I searched the available flights.Every single one was fully booked.I clicked through four different dates, three different departure times, even considered a connecting flight through Dallas just to get ou
Zuki's POVI should not have said it.I had spent days trying to keep it locked down, tucked away somewhere it could not cause damage, and then I saw that text on Sheila's phone and something in me just gave way.'Last night was everything.'Bobby's words. Confirmed everything I had been dreading since she left last night in that dinner dress with her hair done and her lipstick on and that look on her face like she was trying to convince herself of something.I had stood at my bedroom window and watched her go and told myself it was fine. That I had no claim on her. That I was just her cousin who had come to Vegas to turn 26 and have a good time.That was all this was supposed to be.A birthday trip. A few weeks of fun. Some good food, late nights and new memories.Instead I had fallen in love with her.Somewhere between her makeover and the shower kiss we shared, it had stopped being a birthday trip and become something else entirely. Something I had no roadmap for.And she had just
Sheila POVI didn't sleep well.I kept waking up in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in my head. The restaurant. Bobby's hand on my face. His apartment. The ceiling above his bed that I had memorized because I couldn't bring myself to look at him.I got up early and forced myself through a routine. Shower. Moisturizer. Clothes. The ordinary mechanics of a morning.I was standing at my bathroom mirror putting in my earrings when I heard Zuki moving around. Her room door opening. Footsteps padding down to the kitchen.I took a breath and followed.She was at the counter when I came in, pouring hot water into her mug. Her pink hair was loose and messy from sleep, falling across one eye. She was wearing an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder and she looked effortlessly, unfairly beautiful in the way she always did without trying."Morning," I said."Morning."I went to make my coffee. The kitchen felt smaller than usual. The silence between us had a texture to
Sheila POVI tried to stay in the moment. Pushing aside every stray thought.Bobby shifted above me, his weight warm and careful. He reached down and positioned himself, and I watched his face as he did it. Focused. Gentle. Like he was trying not to rush something he had waited a long time for.He met my eyes.I held his gaze and made myself stay there. Present. Here. With him.He nudged my knees apart slowly, giving me time to adjust, to settle. His hand smoothed down my thigh like he was trying to calm me, or maybe calm himself.I exhaled.This was the moment. The one I had built up in my head for years. First times were supposed to mean something. They were supposed to feel significant, sacred even. I had always imagined that when it happened, I would know without question that I was exactly where I was meant to be.I did not feel that.What I felt was a strange, hollow anticipation. Like standing at a door I had already decided to walk through even though something deep in my ches
Sheila's POVIn the bathroom, the full weight of the situation hit me. I was drunk, alone, in a club I didn't know, and my cousin had vanished.I gripped the sink harder as another wave of nausea rolled through me. This time I made it to the stall, throwing up a little more. The tequila burned just
Sheila's POVZuki was straddling the blonde guy's lap, her knees on either side of his thighs on the velvet booth seat. Their mouths were locked together in the kind of kiss that should have been private - deep, hungry, desperate. Her hands were in his hair, tugging hard enough that his head was ti
Sheila's POVThe Uber pulled up to our gate at nearly 1 AM. The driver whistled low at the sight of the estate beyond the iron bars."Nice place," he muttered.Zuki was already typing in the gate code on her phone app. The massive gates swung open silently, revealing the long driveway lined with pa
Sheila’s POVAfter the makeup test, I begged for a break. Zuki gave me exactly ten minutes.Then she clapped her hands. “Up. We are going to fix your walk.”“I thought we already fixed my walk,” I said from the couch.“That was basic spine survival,” she said. “Now we are adding attitude.”“I don't







