Charlene’s povThe harsh florescence of the store stings both my eyes and my pride. My heels clack on the tiles, sharp and purposeful, like each step is meant to stab something—someone. Two people.I walk hard and fast out of that aisle and to another, not because I’m flustered or anything… Okay, fine. I am flustered, but I also need space—lots of it.I was trying to be nice. I really was.Who cares if it was only because I needed something in the end? What matters is that I was being nice.But no.. Of course, Sonia would waltz in with a baby bump I never noticed before now, and a billionaire husband, thinking she’s better than me. She’s not the only one who knows how to snatch herself a rich man. I could if I wanted. And that’s exactly what I’d been trying to initiate before I saw how close they stood next to each other.I could almost smack my head for being oblivious to both of them the other day at the office. If I’d looked… truly and carefully, I probably would’ve spotted it.But
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