Chapter 880 It Was Wildly My Fault
- Emma Yates and Cerys Penrose were the first to arrive at the private room. Then came Yvette Spencer, and Susanna Clarke strolled in last.
- The moment she stepped in, she flopped onto the sofa and groaned, limp as a noodle. “Sis, my waist is about to snap.”
- Everyone there was either married or had kids, so they all knew exactly what she meant.