"Bella, the reunion is tomorrow. Are you absolutely sure you don't want to come?" Kylie asked over the phone, her voice tinged with disappointment. "We kept rescheduling just for you. Everyone's been so excited to see you, and now, out of nowhere, you're saying you won't be there?"
"I'm really sorry, Kylie," Orabela replied quietly.
"So, does that mean Layla won't come either?" Kylie pressed.
"I have no idea," Orabela answered flatly.
Kylie sighed. "Oh, come on! Without you two, it just won't be the same. Besides, Layla's been all over the news lately. Marriage seems to have transformed her—she's got that radiant glow and everything. I can't help but envy her; she's found such a devoted husband."
Orabela felt her patience slipping. "I have a headache, Kylie. Let's talk later, okay?"
