"Come at us, Damien's squad."

"Jada, check this out. How do I look?"

Evelyn was dressed in a beautiful red gown, to-mactched with heels and a bag that connects fashionably with the heels.

"Nah... that red is too flashy. Get another one whose tone is quite deep. That would suit your skin. You don't want to look like an octopus in a fish bowl."

Some of the girls laughed at Jada's joke. Everyone had learned to make her feel comfortable. She was the most fragile of the group at that moment. No one would want to get her sad or mad.

Except just one person,

"Bullshit, Jada. Bullshit. I'm not in support of this idea of making her choose what looks good on us. You said that would be an emotional support for her, which would help the baby. But to me, this is emotional blackmail. To us."

Yes you are right. It's Claire. None of the girls saw that coming, which left all of their jaws dropped. While some glared at Claire, some couldn't choose which reaction to nurse.

"Tomorrow is a big deal for us. And whatever we choose thi