Chantelle and Thea had bought the house together a year ago. It was close to Thea's shop. Even though it was tucked away in an alley, it was in a really good location.
Thea had been so excited when they bought it. She even called it their secret base. She promised Chantelle she would only ever cook for her.
But now, it looked like Thea had been cooking for Philip instead.
Chantelle felt a little jealous. Deep down, she felt like her best friend had betrayed her.
Before Chantelle could enter the living room, she heard Thea yelling.
"I cooked for you! How dare you sleep on my bed? How could you do that?"
When Chantelle walked in, she saw Philip kneeling on the floor, holding onto Thea's thigh.
"I fell asleep because your cooking was too good. Don't be mad at me, okay?" he said, looking up at her.
Philip looked up at Thea with wide, innocent eyes.
"Please forgive me. I'll give you a full set of my skin care products. How about that?"
Thea hesitated for a second.
