Chapter Fifty-Eight The Call

I had to stop by Angela's house to pick her up for shopping, as we agreed to do. Angela noticed something was off about me. She had known me to be the fighter and not the loser; my skin struggled to glow, and some wrinkles grew on my forehead. Angela kept looking at me while I helped her mop the kitchen floor. Angela had messed up. Although I tried to keep up with the conversations, Angela pulled up about going to get her hair done and said she would love me to join her. Angela was a class birch; everyone around her knew her for that. She wore black shades with a hat, her brown coat was Louis Vuitton, and her heels were 5 inches. She wanted to tell Regina she could have dressed better today but thought of letting her get into the car with her before saying anything. I had a cross back hanging on my shoulders; the bag flipped up and down as if nothing was inside while I walked to the car. For all that Angela knew, what could have ruined my mood would be nothing but the man named "Gabrie