At the very same time Jessica and Sam were whispering about Stella, the girl they were worried about was very much alive, annoyed, and regretting half her life choices.
Stella stood in the middle of a small living room, her arms crossed, and her long brown hair tied messily on top of her head. Her dark almond-shaped eyes were filled with irritation as she watched the man she once thought was her "dream guy" struggle with something as simple as sweeping the floor.
"Dumb," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it felt like a workout.
Across the room, Tom–her so-called boyfriend jerked his head up, eyes flashing with offense. His jaw clenched tightly as he held the broom like a sword.
"You're dumb!" he shot back. "As a woman, you should know how to do these things already. Consider yourself lucky I'm even helping!"
Stella blinked at him. For a moment, she wondered if he hit his head recently.
