NOAH
If Ciara was a stranger, or someone I gave no fuck about, and she spoke about me, and to me in that manner, she would have been severely dealt with.
But Ciara was family. She was Aunt Jules daughter, my best friend's sister, and like a sister to me. I did not understand why she was this pissed to see me though, and watching her storm out, I had to restrain myself from going after her to ask what her problem was.
"Ignore Ciara, please. You know how she can be sometimes," Aunt Juliette said, an apologetic smile on her face.
I smiled and waved her words away.
"It's alright. Women, right?" I responded lightly. My best friend nudged me and winked, leaning over to whisper.
"Of course, you would know women. You spend like, ninety percent of your time with them."
"Shut up, Jeremy."
He held his hand up in surrender. "Don't worry, I won't go bonkers on you like my sister did."
Ciara didn't come back for lunch. Or Dinner.