44 2.15. Weekend

It's the weekend. To say I'm tired would be an understatement. All I want to do is relax but apparently I can't.

Ever since mom heard the news from that tabloid blowing up places with mine and Justine's affair, she has pulled everything to a halt. Just to nag me.

Yup.

I'm officially fucked.

Although the PR is handling the situation now, mom's being her own investigative self. Trying to pry me to tell her stuff. What kind, I honestly don't know myself.

Having lost her patience with me, she has now dragged me to Justine's on a Saturday evening for dinner.

So here I'm, with my mother. Another gift in my hand for little Cole and a packet of Justine's favorite chocolates. Mom brought her best wine because apparently a gossip session was in the schedule.

I roll my eyes at her wide smiling face. Her excitement is almost unbearable in the elevator upto Justine's. So much so, I'm a little concerned her face might breakout or something.