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Chapter 14: Forgiving Isla

Penulis: Alberto
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She stood by the door waiting to surprise Zara. She held a pan of apple pie on gloved hands, wearing a red apron and black toque. She smiled, looking almost like Mickey Mouse.

“Welcome, Zara” she was delighted, raising the pan to her face.

Zara waved her away and walked out.

“Zara!” she exclaimed

“I made you your favorite pie. You must have had a long day. “I’m sure you do care” she was now a smiling, solicitous coquette

“I’m not interested” She said emotionlessly, turning towards the stairs. She held the railing.

“Okay, fine” replied Isla. She sighed, heaving a tired breath. “Look! I’m sorry. I know I fucked up”

Zara turned back to look at her, arms folded

“Forgive me” she said

“Isla you lied against an innocent man. Why ? Did you want to spoil what we had ?”

“Im sorry but when you talked about him. I was so intrigued. You know, all the boys I’ve had were all mid performers with little dicks. Nothing like your alpha god"

Zara shook her head disappointedly

“You really that desperately want dick ?”

“One like Nat” she teased

“I would slap you, Zara was angry now

Isla sighed, dropped the pan on the dining table and then walked up to her and held her hand.

“Please don’t. You are a sister to me. I still remember how you stood by me when those boys came taunting me at the cafe. You even got slapped and hurt but you defended me. I wonder what would have happened to me, I would have been raped or worse killed”

Zara was moved by the shared bliss of a memory. Her heart softened now. She doubled her palms on hers.

“I remember,” she said calmly.

“And I don’t want you throwing yourself at any man, especially Nat. He’s taken by the way. Let them come to you. You’d get what you want” she said.

Isla hugged her. “So forgiven now ?” her eyes looking at hers in a childish stare.

“Gurl! we are best friends for life” Zara said

“I’d go change” She hugged her again and went upstairs.

She had sat down on the dining table, removed the cutlery from the napkin and was about devouring her pie.

“So you still visit the club” came Isla suddenly

“Isla you really wanna get smacked” she teased back at her

“I know he bailed your ass but then don’t you get the ick to go back. Just to avenge Body and Keisha. Those two lame ass bitches They’d be shocked to see that you’re the boss now.

“Mmm” Zara thought solemnly, nodding her head gently as if she saw reason

“You have a point”, she said as she then drank from her glass.

“You need to rub it on their faces”, Isla said happily.

“Okayyy!” Zara said hyper-energetically, then laughed and shook hands

A delivery man in a blue cap, T-shirt and carbon jeans knocked. She opened the door to receive an invitation card with a shiny gold block letter: THE WOLFE BALL IN HONOUR OF HORACE WOLFE.

She knew it was Nat. Still, she found it odd, this beautiful, old-fashioned way of invitation as if in the Regency era.

Nat phoned her.

“I hope you’ve gotten the invite”

“I have” she smiled walking back to the dining

“Dress nice" he said. "Make an impression on my mom. I’d come pick you up myself”

“Your wish, my command Nat”, she couldn’t agree less. She sighed as he hung up. Going back to dig in her pie.

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