Judas kiss novel Chapter 71

"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 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.