KIMBERLY The sound of the door clicking shut rings in the empty hallway. "Come, let's grab a drink together." Lydia walks down the stairs and I follow her. She opens the cabinet and takes out a bottle of champagne then puts two glasses on the table, she pours the rich red liquid then hands one glass to me. "Thanks," I take it then have a sip, my eyes briefly close as the tantalising taste settles on my taste buds. "Nice, huh?" She asks with a genuine smile. "Yeah," I smile back. She sighs and places the glass on the table. "Kim, look, I'm sorry about earlier's situation, Miranda told me Marisa and Brandon already cleared the air. Turns out Marisa lied just to have her way, I should have known better, I'm sorry for putting you in that position." "It's not your fault," I offer a sad smile. "Everyone has a past, you and Maria's mom were friends and I just can't stop you from having a bond." "But still," "No," I shake my head. "I trust Brandon, I know he would never hurt me, an
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