Chapter 37

• "It is really you," Marilyn said sharply, her prideful demeanor at its peak, as her eyes meandered up and down Stacy's body simultaneously while taking note of every accessory she was donning.
• Startled and obviously taken aback that she was suddenly recognized, and acknowledged by a person she had always imagined meeting in a one-on-one encounter, Stacy went dumb for words as her stomach contracted into a tight ball.
• "How is Carlton?” She sassed, “Oh, I guess that isn't your concern anymore though," her disdainful voice taunted, as she stood before Stacy while gesturing condescendingly, who was still thinking of the right way to act or speak before her.