The Past Comes Knocking

TESSA

"God! Why would you do that?" I gasped, staring at Cleo in sheer, unadulterated horror. My fingers clamped tightly around the slender stem of my martini glass. The ambient lighting of the fancy Rockefeller Plaza bar seemed to dim even further as her words registered in my brain.

While I sat there panicking, my mind scrambling for a rational response, Mila eagerly nodded in agreement with C