HITCHED TO THE DISFIGURED MAN
Wendy replied, shaking her head to the rhythm of the music.
“Get back at him?”
In response, Wendy waved her hand, signalling that Priscy shouldn't bother about it.
In no time, the waiter returned with their drinks.
They sipped their drinks as they discussed some topics.
At that point, Wendy's phone rang. It was a call from her husband and she didn't answer.
“Hi ladies,” a man who had a cigarette between his fingers approached them.
“Hello,” Priscy replied sheepishly.
The man had his attention on Wendy. Let's dance together.
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