Chapter 10

Nicole.

The breakfast table looks tense. It's like no one wants to be here and I can't blame them.

The woman sitting in front of me is the accurate definition of fake.

Her large breasts are almost falling out from the transparent net she's wearing and she seems to like it. Don't even start on her butts. Men! You should have seen how she was forcefully twerking them when she walked in.

The red-painted lips are nearly covering her face, and she had to apply makeup like the world was gonna end, and this would be her last.

The strong perfume she used has taken over the fresh air we were freely blessed with and turned the aroma of the food we are eating to nonexistent.

From the moment she entered Alessio's house, her scowl has not wavered from me and I find it funny. She's one of those perfect high-class fake-ass bitch.

Her nails are longer than my problems and I'm trying so hard to find beauty in them but it's just a big nay for me.

To make matters worse, Barbie is Alessio's mothe