CHAPTER {11} That Cheating Bastard Doesn't Deserve A Space In My Head.

{HERMIONE} “Can you just shut up, Zara? Let’s enjoy these bubbles. It’s been a rough day,” I say with a lazy tone as I lean my head on the Jacuzzi edge. Zara groans loudly, sinking deeper into the foamy water like she’s about to drown on purpose. “You know this is all your fault, right? Eight freaking months, Hermione. Eight months of me being a homebody!” “My ass is getting flat, my breasts are sagging, and I swear wrinkles are forming on my forehead.” I scoff. “Please. Your breasts aren’t sagging.” I glance down at my own chest under the foam floating around me, “And mine sure as hell aren’t saggy either!” “Point is,” Zara says, adjusting her creamy-white face mask, “we’ve been rotting indoors for months.” “We’re too damn fine to be hiding. Gotta start going out, looking good,