Plum Lips and Butterflies

Stella

There’s still a smile on my face as I make my way back to the bedroom, where Betty is waiting, engrossed in her phone. She looks up as I enter, a curious glint in her eyes.

“Well, spill it, Stella,” she says, setting her phone aside without a moment’s hesitation. “What did Vance want?”

I can’t help but smirk a bit. Even though the idea of going out on a date with Monica of all people makes