Chapter 77

Chapter 77

“Lies!” The female had butted in, from afar where she stood and having the three discussing heads snapped to her direction in acknowledgment of her attack.

There she was dressed in a Sage colored Marie dress, a night gown made out of a full viscosity, unlined with a pull on string. The shimmery lit sequin fabrics embellished crochet knitted gown and it antique lace in a seductively draped silhouette of the shiny gown that flowed down to her feet with a slit running up from below to her left thigh.

Her hand clung softly to the matching colored purse to her dress, her hair was neatly dressed in a spiky bun that has strands left out and some falling down her face. The bruises she received were now masked with the heavy makeup she had on that almost hid her identity.

“What do you mean lies?” Avon asked after much silence had set in her appearance.

“She’s lying to you. Don’t believe whatever she has said to you. Nobody saved me, not especially Lorraine. She watched as her cou
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