That evening, Lauren drove her pink Maserati, Francesca took her BMW sports car, and Aspen brought her Ferrari as all three returned to Serenity Villa together. The luxury vehicles created quite a display in the driveway.

"I'm exhausted! The workload at Blumedale Hospital is so much more than when I was in Jayrodale!" Francesca complained nonstop as soon as she walked through the door.

Lauren smiled brightly. "Aspen, you went for yoga again? Oh my goodness, your figure now is making me so jealous!"

Francesca nodded enthusiastically. "Seriously! I noticed it too. And Aspen, you in yoga pants? Total knockout. Especially that perky little butt of yours—it's practically begging to be smacked."

Aspen yelped, flustered and blushing. "Oh, stop it, both of you! Compared to Fran's chest, I've got nothing going on. And Lauren's waistline? Deadly. Every time Andrew is done with you, he's holding onto the wall like his soul left his body."

Francesca blushed even harder, pouting. "All I'