In the bathroom, Victoria leant over the toilet, almost vomiting her guts out.
Natalia ran in, looked at her state, and almost confirmed her speculation right then and there. Her heart ached.
She went out and took a glass of water in with a napkin.
Stroking her back, she soothed, "How are you doing? Are you okay?"
Victoria waved it off, shaking her head.
It took her a long while to find her voice. "I'm fine. I'm all right."
Natalia passed her the water. She took a sip, rinsed her mouth, and wiped her mouth off with the napkin before finally saying, "I'm sorry for ruining the evening."
Natalia shook her head hurriedly. "What do you mean? You're already like this, so forget the evening, okay?"
After a while, she got a little mad. "Why didn't you tell me when something this important has happened? What's going on?"
Victoria looked at her and knew she'd already guessed it. She bit her lip.
After a while, she said, "You've probably noticed – I'm pregnant."
Natalia nodded. "With a reaction like that, anyone with a heart could have noticed."
Victoria forced a smile. The smile was full of endless loneliness.
"This is the reason why I argued with my dad."
Natalia frowned. "What do you mean by that? Why'd you argue with your dad? Who's the child's father? Why isn't he taking a stand?"
"The child's father..."
Victoria murmured, then smiled sorrowfully.
"Never mind, forget it. Can you keep this a secret, Natalia?"
Natalia frowned, clearly unhappy with how she was dodging the question about the father.
Still, she knew that Victoria was a grown-up. If she'd decided not to tell anyone, as her friend, she could only respect her choice.
Sighing, she nodded, "Rest easy, I won't tell anybody about this. But what do you plan to do with the kid? Your belly can't lie, and you have to go on camera every day!"
Victoria was in a bit of a daze, helplessness in her eyes.
After a while, she shook her head. "I don't know, either. But there's only two months before we're done with the shooting. I'll try to hide it from everyone. As for what would happen later... we'll see!"
Natalia's frown deepened.
But she didn't say anything else as she helped her out.
The two returned to their seats, their moods having changed greatly.
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