Tina

I walked inside the house, putting my handbag on the table, I sat on the couch and threw my high heels away. The way Sunny pushed me, my hips refused to let me sit comfortably, he could have rejected me instead of pushing. It's hurting like hell.

"Whose car was that?" My mom asked, descending the stairs as she was covering her nightgown with the silk jacket.

"Sunny's," I replied.

"Ohh! Then why are you here?! You should have spent more time with him!"

"Mom?"

"Wait! Have you danced with him or not?!"

"Mom…"

"I arranged everything for both of you in that hotel!" She sped out her sentence...