(Brittney)
"Alright, I will tell her. Thank you so much love you too," I said hanging up. That had been a celebrity plastic surgeon who I had called to ask for help
"So what did he say?" Mrs. Stewart asked
"He said that he is on his way. He should be here by twelve," I informed her with a smile
"Really? Oh my God Brittney, you are a lifesaver"
"It is no problem" I chuckled
"I really don't know how I'm going to repay you"
"You can start by telling me why Mr. Stewart hates me"
"He... he doesn't 'hate' you Brittney"
"But he does not like me either," I said before she sighed
"Can you please tell me what I did so I can fix it?"
"Do you really like my son Brittney?"
"Of course I do. We haven't been dating that long, but he is really nice and considerate" I said
"Okay, but how do you feel about Nicholas?"
"Oh... so Carlton told you about the dance," I said as I looked at the kitchen tile with a guilty look on my face
"Yes"
