Shelly felt a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Thanks, really, but why are you helping me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her voice was stark, a sharp contrast to the confident woman she usually presented herself as.
"Isn't that why you're here?" Bianca responded, raising an eyebrow. "Now that you've mentioned it, it makes me worry. You're my rival, and you're here asking for help. Or should I say I should extend my restraints in regards to grounding Benjamin? Huh."
Shelly shook her head, desperation creeping into her voice. "If only you could give me some solid options, Bianca, please!"
"You're confused, Shelly. Know what? Go stack up something for you and your unborn baby in case things crumble. It's a friendly suggestion," Bianca said sarcastically, her eyes hardening. The sarcasm in her voice was biting, a reminder of the precariousness of their alliance.
