Lana's words cut through the tension in the room like a knife, her voice dripping with contempt.
"Where's the father of your kids, huh? Off somewhere while you cozy up to Zayn?"
She sneers, her eyes flashing with malice. When did we get to that?
I feel a surge of anger rising within me, but I take a deep breath, trying to remain composed.
"The father of my kids is not your concern, Lana."
I retort, my voice steady but tinged with frustration.
"And neither is my relationship with Zayn. So I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself."
Candy steps in, her voice firm as she defends me.
"Yeah, Lana, why don't you focus on your own mess instead of trying to stir up trouble for others?"
She says, her gaze unwavering.
But Lana refuses to back down, her eyes blazing with fury.
"You think you can just waltz in here and take over everything, don't you?"
She seethes, her voice rising in volume.
