Multi-tasking

"Mila, are you okay?" Rosita asked, crashing on the couch beside Lacie.

Mila blinked, the corner of her eyes prickly, a reminder that she had been staring way too hard.

"Yes, I'm fine," she muttered with a smile. She took out her own phone, gave it a quick glance, and sighed.

On Allison's phone, she had seen Zyran sleeping as her wallpaper, meanwhile, her own phone was just her in a wedding dress. Her husband wasn't even there!

"I guess Peach and Ally will be making barbecue later," Rosita joked, folding her leg on the couch while taking a sip from the fruit juice.

Peach rolled her eyes, resting her back against the wall. "Rosita, don't act like you're all that. Who says you should be the one who makes rules here? I mean, this is my grandfather's island."

Rosita huffed, holding her mouth so she didn't spill the juice. She swallowed and smirked, "Pardon me, Peachy Peach, but you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck."