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2021-11-05 19:49:43Carla
Slipping on her skimpy red dress and red lipstick, playing with her long curled hair as she sussed herself out in her full-length mirror. Carla grinned and winked at herself. She then grabbed her handbag and was making her way down the stairs when she heard her mother cry. She stopped at the top of the stairs, listening to her father on the phone.
"Are you sure? Oh, no...how is Angel coping?... Not speaking? Well, I can't blame my poor baby....of course, we can, I'll book the flights right now. H-how is the baby?"
Carla covered her mouth, stifling a gasp. Angelica is pregnant?! Carla clenched her teeth. So, first her 'mate' rejects her and now she's pregnant? More excuses to get attention! Carla didn't pity her little sister as she believed her little sister was acting out, trying to be perfect for their mother and father, trying to compensate for Carla's beauty - as Carla always believed.
Carla walked careful
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