Possessive Over You
“Today’s topic is something entirely different. No politics, no religion, no finance, no fitness, no gossip.”
“Then what’s left to discuss?” Irene groaned. “Can’t we just go back to bed?”
“Be still, Lady Irene of England,” Zee said with mock grandeur, raising her spoon like a scepter.
Mia snorted. “Lady Irene of England actually suits you.”
Irene shot her a tired glare. “Stop it.”
“Attention, ladies!” Zee called, clapping her hands. “Focus, please.”
Both women sat up slightly straighter, though their patience was wearing thin.
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