HILDA’S POVI had decided to take the day off.No meetings, no calls, no emails. Just me and a much needed maintenance day. My nails needed manicuring, my hair needed some love, and I honestly just needed to feel like me again.I had just stepped out of a boutique, holding two shopping bags, when I heard my name.“Hilda?”That voice, it sounded warmly familiar.I turned slowly, my brows furrowing, and then my eyes widened.“Cierra?”She screamed and rushed toward me, nearly knocking the bags out of my hands as she pulled me into a tight rib crushing hug.“Oh my God, Hilda. Is that really you?”I laughed, hugging her back even tighter. “What the hell? Where did you come from?”She pulled back, holding my face like she was trying to confirm I was real. “You look so good.I rolled my eyes, laughing. “So do you, Cici. You look bougie as hell, girl.”She flipped her hair dramatically. “As I should.”I shook my head, still smiling. “I can’t believe this. I thought you moved to another plane
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