Chapter 127

Talia’s POV

Talia sat cross-legged on Amara’s couch, a mug of tea cooling in her hands while Amara paced back and forth across the living room like a lawyer delivering closing arguments.

“So let me get this straight,” Amara said, her Nigerian accent getting thicker the more agitated she became.

“This Vivienne girl spilled wine on herself, used your bathroom, walked around naked in your house, and