"Girl, there's freaking blood on our floor," Vanessa said, hands on her hips, her Lulu fit perfectly accentuating her gym persona.
Frida laughed nervously. "Would you believe I cut my finger while chopping onions?"
Vanessa arched a brow, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Do you have feathers? Because this story isn't flying. You know what? I'm too tired for this shit."
Frida shrugged, leaning against the counter. "I wasn't expecting you back by midnight."
"So you thought making out with your man in the middle of the hall was a good idea?" Vanessa teased, tapping away on her phone.
Frida's eyes widened. "It's not like that!"
"Not like what? That 'hot piece of cake' isn't your boyfriend?" Vanessa raised a perfectly arched brow.
Frida shook her head.
