Talk Of The Town ✔️

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Taylor set the camera against an unopened perfume box on her vanity table. She spread a few rings and lipstick in the frame.

"Okay, you sit on the edge of the bed. Scroll on your phone. I'll press record and leave. Then, Kiara will barge in."

Smiling, Anya assured, "Don't worry. I got it. Kiara and I have fought a lot since we were kids."

"Good luck," Taylor wished and pressed record.

Anya shuffled her hair and crossed her legs as she sat. Ironically, she scrolled on Love Venom's blog, reading her latest entry on Sean, Sarah and Jill. This coward is after everyone with her mean words. However, Anya couldn't care less about Sarah and Jill after the disgusting act they had pulled at the party. She frowned at the mention of Sean being Noah's dog. There were several demeaning words even though Noah and Sean were best friends. Love Venom keeps dragging Sean's name through the mud due to his social status.

"Why would you do this?" Kiara shouted as she slammed the door behind her.

Startled, Anya locked her phone and stood up. Keep in mind. She cannot look in the direction of the camera.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Hamza. You knew I liked him. Why would you do this to me?"

Rolling her eyes, Anya said, "Everybody likes him, and he likes everybody."

"I'm your cousin, damn it. How dare you kiss him?"

"Please, he's a playboy. He would never get serious with you."

"I liked him. There are other guys at the party, Anya. You're disgusting."

"Shut up and get out. You're giving me a headache."

"I will never forgive you."

"Stop being so dramatic. You're not even in Hamza's league, okay? A guy who looks like him will never be with a girl who looks like you. Get over it."

Kiara sniffed aloud, wiping her cheeks. Those were real tears. Talk about good acting running in the family.

"You're disgusting, Anya. I will never forgive you."

Saying so, Kiara covered her eyes and rushed out of the room.

Anya stood frozen for a few seconds before walking into the attached bathroom. She closed the door and listened for movements. A whole minute later, Taylor entered the room. She made some noise with the beauty products on the vanity before calling her name.

"Anya, you can come out."

"That went well," she stated, chuckling.

"It did. I played rap music at a low volume to make the party authentic, but we all heard everything. Have dinner. I'll transfer this on my laptop and edit it."

"Won't you have dinner?"

"I'm still stuffed with the pizza I ordered around three p.m. for lunch."

"Oh, if we only had to make this video in your bedroom, why did you waste time decorating the living room?"

"Noah claimed one clip will be doubtful. Sean will wear a hoodie to hide his face. You take a few pictures with him."

"Okay, see you later."

When Anya stepped outside, Taylor's living room had gone from party pretty to chaotic after party. Confetti scattered all over the polished floor. One empty bottle lay on the dining table, dripping a red liquid onto the white tablecloth. Cut banners hung from the ceiling.