CHAPTER 4 — DINNER FROM HELL
Three days later, Zola came for dinner.
Perfect.
Abeni cooked the most disastrous meal Atlanta had ever seen—sticky rice, fiery broth, a mayonnaise nightmare she called “country salad,” and a cake that resembled butter-sugar concrete.
Zola nearly gagged.
Then acted insulted.
Perfect again.
Later, from the window, Abeni watched Zola shrieking at Omari in the driveway like a demon realizing she’d stepped into a trap.
Also perfect.
