Author's POV:
"Oh my God! I'm so happy," Rosalie said, her joyful dance filling the playground.
Atticus dunked the ball through the hoop behind her, and Enzo ambled about, not quite as active.
"I wish that slutty b***h had come. I was hoping to give her a piece of my mind," Rosalie sighed, plopping down and setting her trophy aside.
"Why do you have to mention her now, during this happy moment?" Enzo rolled his eyes at Rosalie's fixation on Cynthia and settled on the ground in front of her.
"Because I really can't stand her," she shrugged, stealing a quick glance at Atticus, who dropped the ball upon hearing Cynthia's name.
"Why didn't she show up today?" Rosalie inquired, turning her attention to Atticus as he joined them.
"Why are you asking?" Enzo interjected before Atticus could
