Alexander

Lunch would’ve been great if I wasn’t under Evangeline’s friend’s scrutiny.

Alessia Sanchez.

The girl never shuts up. And she’s not kind with her words.

Direct. Brutal. Uncaring.

“Let me get your story straight,” she leans forward, teeth bared in that mocking smile. “You cheated on your fiance two days before your wedding, got my friend pregnant, and now you want to pursue a real relationship with her? Why? Because of the baby?”

“No,” I respond, “because ...