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chapter nineteen. risk.
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Althea glanced at her calendar — China and Miami had been a blur and tomorrow would be Willa's birthday and then... Imola.
The end of her bet was quickly approaching and she often thought about coming clean but a part of her also knows that if she does, it would change everything.
It seemed that with George gone for Imola, she could think but for whatever reason the emptiness bothered her.
So she calls Willa and to Althea's surprise, Willa comes over and in her free hand is a bottle of wine and in her other arm is a sleeping child — that Althea would come to the conclusion is Léa.
"So..." Althea shifts uncomfortably and glanced at Willa. "My apartment isn't like baby proofed or anything."
Willa laughs. "She's fine. She's asleep — and before you start freaking out, she's completely out cold. She kind of just sleeps for hours on end if you let her." her hands are spreading a blanket over the wooden floors of Althea's living room.
"Should you be drinking...?" Althea asks with a raised brow.
"It's not wine." Willa reassured her. "It's sparkling juice."
Althea hums and reached under her coffee table. "Happy Birthday." she adds as she placed a gift bag on the floor between them.
"It's tomorrow." Willa reminds as she peeks into the bag. "What is it..?"
Althea shrugs. "It's got um one of those spa basket thingies and a voucher to a spa — I thought you'd need a break or something. Well technically it's more of a lover's retreat or whatever."
Willa grins. "I'll save it for a later date." she promises and glanced at Althea. "I'm going to assume we're not here to talk about my upcoming birthday."
