I thought Shirley Turner losing face in front of me would be the end of it.
Who knew she wouldn't give up and even brought in reinforcements.
The next day was Saturday, and I had already arranged a meeting with Wennie Lane and Melissa Chandler at Holburne, where Wennie was hosting.
After working overtime at the studio all day, I rushed to Holburne in the evening. As soon as I greeted Wennie and Melissa, my phone rang.
I took a look—it was my aunt.
"Wennie, Melissa, you two chat for a bit, I need to take this call."
"You're really busy every single day!" Wennie teased.
I smiled apologetically, left the room, and answered the call.
"Hello, Aunt, what's up?"
On the other end, my aunt chuckled and asked with concern, "Lily, how have you been doing lately?"
I immediately sensed something was off and replied directly, "Aunt, I'm busy here. Just say what you need to."
