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"I said pause."
"Please, I heard you say... pregnant," Kayla said, her voice laced with curiosity and disbelief as she stared at Amy. Amy's palm rested lightly on Kayla's hand, giving it a soft squeeze as if the touch could calm the storm brewing within her friend's mind.
"I won't tell you the full story if you don't forgive me for... for backstabbing and badmouthing you," Amy said, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes unable to meet Kayla's directly.
Kayla looked away, her gaze lost in thought. The silence stretched between them, heavy and fragile, until Amy let out a resigned sigh.
"I wouldn't force you, you know—" Before Amy could finish her sentence, Kayla pulled her into a tight embrace, a perfect smile illuminating her face as if the sun had broken through storm clouds.
It was at that exact moment that Akim appeared, clearing his throat loudly to announce his presence.
"Uhm, hmm."
Kayla pulled away from Amy and turned her head, her eyes locking onto Akim, who stood a few feet away, his gaze fixed intently on Amy. Kayla didn't blame him; Amy was breathtaking.
Among their former group of friends—once a tight-knit clique of girls—Amy had always been the most beautiful. Her chubbiness wasn't off-putting; rather, it gave her a soft, cherubic glow. Her face was otherworldly, her full red lips seemingly carved to be kissed, and her raven-black hair, which glistened with hints of blue under the light, framed her diamond-shaped face elegantly. Her light silver-grey eyes, sharp and observant, could pierce through anyone's façade.
"So..." Kayla broke the silence, directing her question toward Akim, who finally shifted his gaze from Amy to her.
"I... I..." Akim sighed deeply, biting his lower lip as his amber eyes briefly flickered back to Amy, only to be met with her questioning and then disgusted look. He quickly averted his eyes again, this time focusing solely on Kayla.
"Amy, here's my new number. You could give me a call," he said, extending a slip of paper toward her.
Amy stared at it, her lips tightening slightly before she rejected it with a small shake of her head.
"What?" Kayla asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. Amy had been the one desperate to make amends moments ago, so why was she acting strange again?
"It's better if I don't take it, Kayla," Amy said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone softer, almost regretful.
"Kayla, I don't want to know where you live. It's better if I act like we never met today."
With that, she pulled Kayla into one last hug, leaning in close to whisper, "Be careful, Kayla. Your life is at stake, and the people who killed your grandmother are coming for you."
Amy pulled away, a haunting smile crossing her lips as she kissed Kayla softly on the cheek before turning on her heels and walking away, her silhouette disappearing into the night.
Kayla stood frozen, her mind racing. How did she know someone killed Grandma? And who are they?
Her chest tightened, and she struggled to make sense of Amy's cryptic warning.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Akim's voice snapped her back to reality. He had stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
"What did she tell you?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.
"It's... nothing," Kayla lied, her voice cracking slightly. Akim sighed, knowing her too well to believe her words.
"Akim, can I—" Kayla hesitated, then shook her head. "Never mind. Let's go on with the show."
"Is this about your ex and that girl named after a drink?" Akim said, smirking slightly.
Despite herself, Kayla let out a soft laugh at his unintentional humor.
"Umm, yeah," she admitted.
"I know. Yes, she's pregnant, and that's probably why they're getting engaged. Not everyone knows, though—it's only those who dig a little deeper who figure out the real reason," Akim explained, pulling her into a side hug. "But let's not waste energy on Aaron and Chelsea tonight, okay?"
Kayla nodded with a small smile, and they both turned their attention back to the party.
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The evening buzzed with chatter, laughter, and clinking glasses. Kayla adjusted her crimson-red dress, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor as she walked purposefully across the room. Her head was held high, her presence commanding.
All eyes flicked toward her as she approached the happy couple seated in the center of the grand hall. Aaron and Chelsea were deep in conversation, laughing loudly at some joke Kayla couldn't hear.
"Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Soon-to-be Taylor," Kayla said sweetly, her red lips curling into a polite smile.
The couple turned toward her, Chelsea's eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Uhm, who are you?" Chelsea asked, her voice sharp with irritation.
I'm your worst nightmare, Kayla thought but smiled instead.
"I'm Miss Scott," she said smoothly, extending her hand toward Aaron.
"Oh, hey, Miss Scott! I'm Aaron, and this lovely woman beside me is my fiancée, Chelsea," Aaron said, his tone overly flirtatious.
Kayla's stomach turned at the way he spoke, his smile far too wide, his eyes lingering far too long on her.
"Waiter!" Kayla called softly, catching Akim's attention as he moved around the room in his disguise. He approached her table effortlessly, a tray of drinks in hand.
"Ma'am, this is for you," he said, handing Kayla a crystal glass filled with golden liquid. He then turned to Aaron and Chelsea, his movements deliberate.
"Sir, this is for you," he said, offering Aaron his drink, who accepted it without hesitation.
"And for you, ma'am," he said to Chelsea, his voice smooth. He threw Kayla a discreet wink before walking away.
"Cheers to the both of you," Kayla said, raising her glass.
Aaron downed his drink in one swift motion, while Chelsea sipped at hers, glaring at Kayla with venom in her eyes.
Kayla sipped her drink leisurely, her gaze locked on the couple as she waited.
But instead of clutching their stomachs in pain or rushing to the bathroom in panic, something else happened—something that made Kayla pause mid-sip.
Aaron's eyes darkened with lust as he stared at Chelsea, and Chelsea mirrored the same expression. They leaned closer to each other, their breaths shallow, their hands reaching out hungrily.
Kayla froze, the glass hovering near her lips.
No. This isn't supposed to happen.
She realized then—something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.
The night had only just begun, but the game had already changed.