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113: Your treat
Hana McKenna still couldn’t believe she had a car. It was a Saturday, and she had decided to spend it with her sister-in-law and her friend, Faye. Both women didn’t look too surprised by the news of the car. She had instructed Alex, her driver, to go have fun elsewhere so she could chill with her friends without worrying about him.
“You knew about the car, didn’t you?” Hana asked. “That’s why you weren’t shocked.”
Camilla shrugged and took a swig from her glass of wine. “Well, Vinny asked. He didn’t know which car would be best for his wife.”
“What did you tell him?” Hana murmured.
“To pick anything he liked because knowing you, Hana girl, you wouldn’t complain,” her sister-in-law replied. Hana blushed, using the bowl of popcorn to hide her face. That was true. Baba had put that concept into their heads. “Not even if you hated the
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