Bethany Hamilton Young Novels & Stories

I remarked bitterly. "You stubborn wench--" I didn't let her finish her lines and ended the call instead. Putting back my phone on the table, i ran my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh. I probably look like some problematic divorced lady. "Was that Aunt Layla?" A blondie voluptuous girl with a pair of aquamarine eyes has come out from the kitchen. And she's my no boyfriend since birth, party girl best friend since grade school. Sydney Hamilton, the hottie bubbly fluffy proofreader slash editor in a famous publishing house in the Central City.