Chapter 63: PRETTY MAN

Remember when Natasha said it was a good plan and that she was definitely going to go along with it? Yeah, she was lying. The big old softie couldn't stand us ,allowing Stacey to have her hopes up only for us to stand her up.

Saying grumpily, “Didn't you say it was a good plan?” My grip on the staring wheels tightened. Now I have to drive to pick her up and attend a party ,I had no intentions of attending.

“Yeah, but then Stacey is my friend.” Pouting, she tried batting her lashes at me. No, it did not neutralize my anger.

Making sure the grumpy tone in my voice still remained, “And so?”

“So, It would not be fair if we promised her we would do something and ended up not doing it.”

“We did not promise, your big-mouthed sister told her and she automatically assumed she was invited.”

I curse the day Samantha found out my house address. The thoughts of her mischief still lived rent-free in my head.