Chapter 81 Wine,Wounds And Whispers

• The living room at Zara’s house was warm and cozy that evening. The lights were dimmed just enough to create a soft glow, and the faint hum of a playlist filled the background — old R&B hits that brought back waves of memories from their university days. The coffee table in front of them was cluttered with opened wine bottles, half-finished cups of ice cream, empty chin-chin packs, and a large bowl of popcorn no one seemed to be eating.
• Kemi sat cross-legged on the floor with a throw pillow hugged to her chest, her bonnet slipping off her head as usual. Chantel was curled into the armrest of the couch in a matching silk pyjama set, her nails freshly done, face glowing effortlessly even without makeup. Zara sat in the middle, a huge hoodie drowning her slim frame. Her natural hair was tied up in a puff, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
• It was a classic girls’ night — long overdue.