“Wait.”

Drea paused and twirled back on her three-inch heels.

“Jeremiah Davenport wants me to be his wife.”

Drea pursed her lips, but after regarding the seriousness of Vanessa’s expression, her mouth parted slightly.

“You’re serious?”

“If you want me to open up, you should definitely take me seriously.”

Drea’s mouth fell open, her eyes enlarging. “Oh my God, when, how, what?”

Vanessa sighed and squirmed, unhinged, and ruffled.

“Close the door.”