her marriage had fallen on tough times over the past year or so, with arguments becoming more and more common than she’d care to admit. she thinks it’s partially due to the tensions that had been rising between her and another, someone she definitely shouldn’t have the eyes for. but she hasn’t told anyone, not even her best friend. how could she? their child is partially why her and her husband are on the verge of divorce, and no one knows.
tensions have been rising over the past few months, making her more and more nervous about visiting her friend whenever they were around. and today was no different — she’d expected it to just be the two of them sharing gossip over a bottle of wine, but instead it’s the three of them which only makes lillian’s life even harder. her friend excuses herself, explaining how she has to nip out, that she’ll only be half an hour and that there’s absolutely no reason for lillian to leave. and so she didn’t. instead, she stays — thighs squeezed together as one leg crossed atop of the other, fingertips tapping against the edge of the marble countertop. this is where the hard part really begins — making small talk without ogling. “ so, your mother mentioned that you’ve been busy lately? “ not too busy to taunt her, though. “ is there anything new happening in your life? or are you just extremely popular? “