Chapter 71 - You mean Alfredo is paying?
"Everytime I wake up, it gets bigger. I swear." M sighed after hugging her bestfriend who just seemed
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utterly amused.
"Have you found out what you''re having... maybe twins?" De questioned as they both took their
seats and called for the waiter. The question was interrupted by another.
"It feels weird right?" M asked.
"What?" De asked clearly confused.
"Having lunch in the same ce where we use to serve and get yelled at by rich customers."
They bothughed reminiscing.
"I was never cut out to be a waitress, I''m d they moved me to being a maid." De 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." M 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?" M 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?" De asked.
They stopped talking when their waiter stood next to their table attentively.
"Hi, how much is your most expensive wine here?" M 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!"
"...M!" De 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."
De didn''t want to drink because she is also pregnant. She didn''t want things to always be about her
like M had said so she didn''t say anything.
"I''m paying De, it''s okay." M assured her going back to her menu.
"You mean Alfredo is paying.." De said under her breath.
"Stop being uptight De, Andre''s worth is over a million dors and you spending a couple of
bucks wouldn''t even make a difference in his bank ount."
"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."
De 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
andter make better use of it. They had came to reunite as friends but their beliefs were shing. The
waiter awkwardly stood there. De marked Apple hundred percent fruit juice and Mexicansagna. It
was a bit costly but still affordable.
M decided not to reply, she didn''t want to fight with De about Petty things.
"What did you order?" She asked De.
"Mexican Lasagna.."
M 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.." M 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."
M 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 tobel her a gold digger. De was just looking out
for M. 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 bes friends again. They agreed that they would be
honest with each other.. De felt bad. She didn''t want M 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 M had oncebeled her. They both had faults and De
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. M seemed happy, so was De. 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?" M asked.
"Oh my, this is super cute...!" De said pointing at the pink tiny shoes. M''s attention immediately
went to the shoes. De was d that topic had been swept under the carpet. This was about M, 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!" De demanded.
"Ofcourse!" M let out a genuineugh.
De 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.'' - De?
"You seem entertained." M interrupted her. De smiled before shrugging saying it was just nothing.
''If she is innocent, how did she get pregnant in the first ce?'' - Andre
''Want me to bring you lunch?'' - De
''Yes, I''m really starving.''
M and De said their goodbyes. De 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?miche; 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.