Finding Her A Better Man.

It was currently 5pm and Leonica was seated in a restaurant, listening to the Noirette in front of her, namely Anastasia, her best friend, rain all heaven down on her. “I can’t believe you. You could you just up and pop without telling I, your best friend a single thing. You didn’t even dim it fit to say goodbye to me.” Anastasia scolded like she has been doing for the last hour. The following day after her returning to Norway, Leonica had gotten a phone call from Anastasia who had heard the news from Leonardo. To say she had been pissed was an understatement. Leonica had nearly lost her hearing the moment she answered the call. Fortunately, she had found a way to calm the Noirette down and proposed dinner while she explained her previous action. Anastasia accepted without a second to waste, thus the reason for the current situation. “I’m sorry,” Leonica apologized for the umpteenth time, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “But there was no other choice. The decision had been made on the