ISABELLA“So, you argued with Noah over something that petty?” Chloe asks, her mouth full with a large bowl of popcorn she has just made.I glare at her from across the couch. “Wow. Thank you. I feel so supported right now.”She shrugs, completely unbothered, popping another handful into her mouth. “I’m just saying… it sounds petty.”“It is not petty,” I insist, sitting up straighter. “He was acting like I needed permission to invite you over.”Chloe raises a brow. “Did he say permission?”“He said consideration,” I mimic, rolling my eyes. “Same difference.”“It’s really not,” she says, chewing thoughtfully.I scoff. “Whose side are you on?”“Yours,” she replies immediately. “Always yours. But I’m also not blind.”I fold my arms, already annoyed again. “Oh, here we go.”“No, listen.” She points a piece of popcorn at me like she’s about to give a lecture. “You live with the guy. You share a space. You inviting someone to stay... even me, your amazing, glowing, pregnant best friend... k
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