OCTAVIA’S POV

“Girls, should we go out clubbing?” Victoria suggested on the video call. “I feel as if this might be my last time being a free bird. My fiancé, Liam, won't let me club once we get married.”

Both Nana and Blanche nodded at once as if they've been thinking the same.

I was silent. Lost in thoughts, and I had no idea that the girls were staring at me, waiting for my opinion.

“You've been staring into spaces for a while now, Tavia. Are you sure you're okay?” ...