Kenneth had finally found his groove, and Dorothy couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for him.

Deep down, she really hoped he'd stumble upon someone who'd be his perfect match.

Knowing that Karen was waiting, Dorothy decided to put off some non-urgent work until tomorrow. She hurried off to Jeffrey's estate.

"Dorothy's here! Jeffrey, go open the door for her." Karen's voice boomed from inside, its strength unaltered even by her pregnancy.

The sound of slippers shuffling closer preceded the opening of the door. There stood Jeffrey, clad in cozy home wear, his hair a casual mess, holding a tiny pink garment in his hand.

"Dorothy! You're just in time. Take a look at these hideous baby clothes Jeffrey picked out. Why are guys so clueless when it comes to shopping?" Dorothy glanced at Jeffrey's expression, which bore no hint of offense — he seemed utterly accustomed to Karen's ribbing — and she relaxed.

"Don't be too harsh on him. You might hurt his feelings." "He won't mind," Karen quipped, though she continued showing each piece of clothing to Dorothy with evident excitement for her impending motherhood.

kitchen to start on the fondue?" Jeffrey

go ahead!" Karen waved him off with the air of a

and here you are treating him like he's the help." "He asked for it. I turned him down so many times, and he just wouldn't have the breakup. What can I do?" Karen smirked, her hand resting naturally on her

the time comes." Dorothy thought about it and had to agree. She was always the worrywart. If the couple was happy with their arrangement, who was she to judge? "What about you?" asked

her leg playfully. "I'm not asking about your job. I mean, you and..." Dorothy hesitated, a wry smile on her lips. "No contact.”

even sent her videos of Abigail

Complete radio silence.

think Everett has really given up on you?" Karen asked, her lips

to

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