Heather chuckled and pretended to be surprised. "Didn't he tell you? I thought he told you that we had a party yesterday, and he drank too much on the spur of the moment. We all drank and couldn't drive, so I let him sleep at my place for the night."
"Angelica, we are best friends. You won't mind it, will you?"
I tightened my grip on my phone, feeling annoyed for some reason.
Heather and I grew in the same residential complex as Dustin.
Ever since we were young, we three had been close.
She was my best friend and Dustin's buddy.
When I was young, I was proud to have such pure feelings.
However, as I grew older, I started to get tired of such a relationship.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Heather was the so-called goody-two-shoes.
When I was dating Dustin in the hotel, she suddenly came from a corner of the room and gave us a big "surprise".
In the end, the three of us lay down and chatted under the quilt.
They were chatting and I was listening.
I had reminded Heather more than once that she had no sense of propriety and had made Dustin draw a clear line between him and Heather.