Calista slipped away, unable to bear the urge to be alone. Everything seemed out of place. How is Emily a Hamilton? How could she have been so oblivious to the truth about her best friend?
Calista walked away, seeking refuge where she believed she could gather her thoughts without intrusion. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as she made her way to the house, following Anthony’s directions. She soon located the visitor’s restroom and slipped inside, shutting the door gently behind her.
Emily knew all along that he was her betrothed, yet she even helped her secure an appointment four years ago. Calista placed her hands on the basin, her eyes glued to her reflection. How on earth is she to face Emily, knowing fully well she had been sleeping with Ranya for the past three years they
