Judas kiss

Chapter 71 - You mean Alfredo is paying?

"Everytime I wake up, it gets bigger. I swear." Mila sighed after hugging her bestfriend who just seemed

utterly amused.

"Have you found out what you're having... maybe twins?" Della questioned as they both took their

seats and called for the waiter. The question was interrupted by another.

"It feels weird right?" Mila asked.

"What?" Della asked clearly confused.

"Having lunch in the same place where we use to serve and get yelled at by rich customers."

They both laughed reminiscing.

"I was never cut out to be a waitress, I'm glad they moved me to being a maid." Della replied looking at

the menu.

"It's just weird, our lives changed so much. We used to eat at Chick-fil-A now we're here. It's

overwhelming you know.." she paused. "Remember how we made fun of people for spending over $50

for a steak."

"I still make fun of Andre for being one of those people.."

"Now were one of those people." Mila added.

"Andre says that if you're going to spoil yourself at-least have the best quality. Make it worth your while.

Quality over quantity.."

"You both went back straight into it huh?" Mila put off. The Ritz-Carton hotel had a menu where by you

ticked what you wanted and then you give it back to the waiter. They got metallic pens to use for their

orders, no wonder it cost a lot.

"What do you mean?" Della asked.

They stopped talking when their waiter stood next to their table attentively.

"Hi, how much is your most expensive wine here?" Mila loved this. She loved being able to buy

anything she wanted. This was the life she always yearned for, suppose no one yearned to be poor.

"The Masseto, Italian wine. It goes for $736 per bottle."

"We will have that!"

"...Mila!" Della hissed.

"I haven't heard a sip in months and I could really use one while Fredo is away." She defended herself.

"Not just that but who spends $736 on a bottle of wine, that's absurd."

Della didn't want to drink because she is also pregnant. She didn't want things to always be about her

like Mila had said so she didn't say anything.

"I'm paying Della, it's okay." Mila assured her going back to her menu.

"You mean Alfredo is paying.." Della said under her breath.

"Stop being uptight Della, Andre's net worth is over a million dollars and you spending a couple of

bucks wouldn't even make a difference in his bank account."

"I'm not using Andre's card, I might use his car and sleep in his bed but I'm not having him pay for my

meals."

Della was very defensive when it came to her independence as a single mother, she had learned a lot

and one of them was... saving was key. Buying things you don't need is a waste when you could save Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

and later make better use of it. They had came to reunite as friends but their beliefs were clashing. The

waiter awkwardly stood there. Della marked Apple hundred percent fruit juice and Mexican lasagna. It

was a bit costly but still affordable.

Mila decided not to reply, she didn't want to fight with Della about Petty things.

"What did you order?" She asked Della.

"Mexican Lasagna.."

Mila quickly rubbed what she had written and marked Mexican Lasagna. The waiter took back their

ordering cards and left their presence.

"I'm really trying for us to get along.." Mila said softly.

"...I know. I'm sorry if I seemed judgemental. I just have my own view of things and totally okay if you

want to spend Alfredo's money. As long as he is happy with and approves of it. Consent matters in

every aspect."

Mila immediately smiled.

"He does, he actually forces me to take the card at times." She giggled.

"That's so sweet.."

She remembered how Andre used to do the exact same thing when they started out and in the end.

Him and his mom somehow used that as leverage to label her a gold digger. Della was just looking out

for Mila. What if Alfredo demanded she paid him back all the money he had spent on her. Maybe she

was just paranoid, maybe she thought too much.

They decided to set their differences and becomes friends again. They agreed that they would be

honest with each other.. Della felt bad. She didn't want Mila to feel as if she was once again taking the

spotlight and if she told her that she was pregnant. They would start talking about her instead. She

didn't want to be the self centered person Mila had once labeled her. They both had faults and Della

wanted to focus on hers. She was guilty, yes! They talked about her most of the time she wanted to

changed that.

After lunch, they went browsing through baby stores. Mila seemed happy, so was Della. She had her

best friend back and after they talked it out. Things weren't as awkward like before..

"So you and Andre are still trying for a baby?" Mila asked.

"Oh my, this is super cute...!" Della said pointing at the pink tiny shoes. Mila's attention immediately

went to the shoes. Della was glad that topic had been swept under the carpet. This was about Mila, she

didn't want to be selfish enough to steal her bestfriend's pregnancy spotlight.

"Oh my, I hope I have a girl. I'm just waiting for Fredo to get back so we can finally see what we're

having."

"I should be the second person to know!" Della demanded.

"Ofcourse!" Mila let out a genuine laugh.

Della checked her phone only to see multiple texts from Andre. He was going to drive her crazy with his

pregnancy advise from magazines and YouTube. She had been pregnant before and she worked

throughout, nothing would happen to the baby. He was always paranoid.

'Stay hydrated!' - Andre

'I miss you' - Andre

'Work is boring.' - Andre

'Please send me something to work with.' - Andre

'You ought to be ashamed asking a pregnant woman that.' - Della?

"You seem entertained." Mila interrupted her. Della smiled before shrugging saying it was just nothing.

'If she is innocent, how did she get pregnant in the first place?' - Andre

'Want me to bring you lunch?' - Della

'Yes, I'm really starving.'

Mila and Della said their goodbyes. Della went to order a takeaway for Andre at his favorite French

restaurant downtown New York. She knew at heart that Andre was a sucker for?flamiche; a puff pastry

tart made with leeks and cream.?He had introduced it to her, she knew nothing about French cuisines

at the time.

She was also aware, that it wasn't the only thing he would be eating.