"Blake is an asshole," Serena cussed, uncharacteristically. "I'm glad you kicked him in his nuts," she remarked and I couldn't hold back the laughter that emerged from my throat.
"He definitely is, isn't he?"
We were sitting side by side at the nail salon because she insisted I had to get my nails done for my upcoming photoshoot and that she would pay for me as a congratulatory gift. I was invited by one of the most prestigious art houses in town to put my artworks on display and give some sort of an opening speech during the ceremony. A few years ago, I was just painting for fun in my own tiny apartment, I never knew I could come this far.
"Did Blake or Stella ever try to contact you again?" She asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern. "I wonder what happened to them…"
I could care less about what happened to Blake and Stella. Though, the reporters had a field day after learning that the couple had seemingly separated.