THE UGLY WIFE HE REGRETTED LOSING
The one with long brown hair in a red dress was Bella, and the blonde in black was Angie.
“I’ll leave you to chat. I hope you get along well — Bella and Angie are moving to New York next year,” said Mrs. Rosa before excusing herself.
The moment she left, their polite smiles twisted into sharp, mocking ones.
“That’s not going to happen, Mathilda,” Bella said, smirking.
“Yeah, don’t expect to be friends with us. Right, Fredric?” Angie added.
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking at Fredric. His expression was tense — he clearly didn’t like where this was going.