Lucy Lawson couldn't stand her and lightly spat, "Tessa Caldwell, do you think you're a daffodil with how narcissistic you are all day? I'm really defeated by you. Okay, stop patting yourself on the back. I'm not chatting with you anymore, I'm going to sleep."
"Fine, stop chatting then. I'm feeling dizzy and want to sleep too. Do you think I want to chat? I just wanted to say I'm not boasting. My husband is genuinely handsome, has a great body, and a good temperament..."
Tessa Caldwell hadn't finished her sentence when the beeping sound of a disconnected call came from the phone.
"Lousy friend, you big lousy friend, Mary's right next door, I'm breaking up with you!!"
Tessa Caldwell grunted in displeasure, angrily shut off her phone, and lay down to sleep.
Suddenly, she sneezed.
She probably caught a chill standing outside for too long just now. It seemed like she was catching a cold; even her throat felt a bit sore.
