CHAPTER 15- The Other Woman

The car rolled to a halt outside Hall’s apartment, the engine purring quietly in the background. Vincent sat in the driver’s seat, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation. He pictured the look on Hall’s face, the surprise that would surely erupt when Vincent would pop the question: “Will you be my best man?”

The thought brought a grin to his face, the image of his best friend’s joyful reaction playing like a movie in his mind’s eye.

The sharp sound of tires against the pavement reached Hall’s ears, followed by the familiar sound of a car door slamming shut. He knew instantly that it could only be one person.

“Hey man!” Vincent’s booming voice echoed through the apartment as he strode inside. His face beamed with excitement, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What’s got you so riled up?” Hall quipped, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “It’s not every day you come barging into my apartment with that much energy.

At first glance, one would have assumed that Hall, a