“If that’s the case, then it’s in your best interest to regard him as dead,” Arianne said, straightening Tiffany's collar. “No use dwelling in the past. All that matters now is your happy life with Jackson, everything else is lost to the sands of time. More importantly, your future will never be tainted by that douchebag’s presence ever again. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
It was at this moment that the door to the next cubicle creaked open, revealing Tanya gingerly walking out. “U-um, I...! I mean to say...” she stammered. “I didn’t hear a thing! I mean... Um, I’m sorry I overheard some things?”
Tiffany placed her hand on her forehead. “Oops, almost forgot about you. You hid for so long, I almost thought you got stuck on the toilet bowl or something. Think nothing to it, really; if you overheard it, you overheard it. Who was I with, who was she with, who the eff gives a damn? Anyway, let’s go. If we don’t come outta here any sooner, Mr. Tremont’s gonna FBI-bust in!”
Tanya nodded in silent approval. She had not dared to come out the moment the conversation started because neither Arianne nor Tiffany ever mentioned these past secrets. It was only after Angel left that she finally dared to go outside.
The girls strode toward the exit until Arianne abruptly fell into a step, her eyes staring right into Mark’s pensive ones.
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