"You .... I ..." Amabel 's tongue was tied as she looked at her friend dumbfoundedly, her mind almost blank as she savored what she had just heard.
What kind of drama was this?
Was this happening or she was in some kind of hallucination?
She wasn't dreaming, right?
She couldn't help but pinch her thigh and hissed because of the pain making her believe that she wasn't dreaming and this was truly happening.
Her gaze became complicated as she looked at Marjorie who was silent as she looked at her with a resigned expression, as if she was waiting for the judgement to be passed down to her.
What was she supposed to do?
Blame Marjorie?
Hate her?
Was she supposed to feel betrayed?
A dry chuckle escaped her lips, her hoarse slightly hoarse from the suppressed emotions she had been withholding for a while as she was listening to Marjorie's unexpected confession.
