“What the hell did you say?!” Mia blasted, eyes glued on Grey.
“That’s right.” Porsha shrugged, going back to her phone.
Ela scurried out of her room, but stopped short of coming between Grey and Mia.
“She obviously means West. Duh, there’s two of them.”
“Or Brandon… you’ve been a busy girl, huh Grey?” Porsha winked.
Grey shook her head; words would not form