"Good afternoon, chief! Is Miss Melissa Young home?"
"And who might you be, sir? Miss Melissa isn’t home at the moment, but I can let her know someone came looking for her."
"Ahh... Sure! Tell her that her friend stopped by to say hello. I just arrived in the country, and she once told me that if I ever visited Novera, she’d show me around."
"I see. I’ll let her know then. May I have your name?"
"Hudson. Just Hudson."
Lola sat frozen in the driver’s seat, listening to the exchange between Hudson and the security guard at the Young residence. After that, Hudson drove off, snickering to himself.
"Let’s see if she still ignores me this time," he muttered, unaware that every word was being relayed into Lola’s ears. "Hahaha!"
Lola lowered her gaze, his laughter still echoing through her earpiece. Her hand brushed against it, pulling it away from her ear.
"Melissa?" she whispered. Her mouth hung open, her ears buzzing, her forehead pulsing as a vein protruded on it. She pinched the bridge of her nose, massaging her temples. "Melissa?" She repeated as a ridiculing laugh broke from her lips.
"I knew it," she hissed under her breath, her laughter growing louder with mockery. "I freaking knew it."
****
[Flashback]
Years ago, after moving out of the Young residence, Lola had been fending for herself without her father’s help. Life was hard, but not unbearable. She had peace. She had herself. She had friends.
Friends she trusted. Friends who defended her against bullies. Because Lola used to be overweight, and in this cruel, judgmental society, that alone was enough to make her a target.
But these friends had seen her beyond her size, beyond her struggles, beyond her lack of money. Or so she thought.
She believed she had finally found people she could call her own. She was wrong. Six years ago, she discovered just how wrong she had been. And it started with a sweet, persuasive phone call:
"Lola, please, come?" A pleading voice begged over the line. "Don’t worry about anything! I just want you at my birthday!"
"Don’t miss it! Everyone’s coming!" Another voice chimed in, revealing there were more girls on the call. "How can our friend not be there too?"
Lola bit her lip, standing in her small, dilapidated apartment. Hesitation clouded her eyes. Unlike them, she lived paycheck to paycheck.
"I have work..." she muttered. "I already asked for a day off at my other two jobs, but the third one... I can’t just leave my co-worker alone."
"Lola, are you worried about paying rent?" one friend sighed. "I’ll cover two months. Bills too! Just come, please??"
"But—"
"It’s going to be fun!" another urged. "Don’t worry about the plane ticket or accommodation—we’ll cover everything."
"That’s right. We just want you there."
It wasn’t only about the money. It was also out of shame. Shame at ditching work just to celebrate a party abroad. But they had begged her for months, and these girls felt like the only real friends she had. Life was hard, but with them, it didn’t feel quite as heavy.
"Fine," Lola finally relented. "Fine, I’ll go."
"Yey~!!" the girls squealed in delight. "It’s going to be fun~!"
"The best birthday ever!"
"These are my friends," she told herself, forcing laughter at every jab at her.
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