YOLANDA
“Surprise!” They all shouted, and I am just wondering if those are genuine smiles or pretentious.
When I said this is a shock of my I wasn’t joking. My enemies have stepped into my territory today, disorganised my father’s living room and turned it into an unborn baby’s surprise party. At this point, I am not even sure if it is safe for me to enter because I don’t know what they have planned for me.
My heart races when Tory appears out of the crowed, trying so hard to look mad at me. I feel like crying right now because he is my best friend, and it hurts my pride to apologise to him. I never told him that I am pregnant, but he is here.
“Tory,” I call out his name in a very low tone.
“Argh, come here, you ugly thing,” He walks up to me with his arms wide open and squeezes m
Aksara