Forbidden Triangle in Manhattan
When the Distant Cousin Became Too Intimate
Okay, guys, buckle up ’cause I’m about to spill some serious tea about my cousin Dalila and a night in New York that’ll make your jaw drop. This ain’t no fairy tale it’s 100% real, even though I could barely believe it when she told me.
So, Dalila’s always been our family’s golden girl. Youngest cousin, Brooklyn-raised with big Manhattan dreams. When she finally made it there with her hubby Jake, we thought she had it all figured out. But oh boy, were we wrong.
It all went down on this crazy hot summer night in the Big Apple. The air was thick with possibility, you know? Dalila and Jake were chilling in their swanky Manhattan pad when — boom — they get this out-of-the-blue call. It’s our cousin Marcus, the family’s silver fox, back in town after God knows how long.
Now, Marcus has always been the mysterious type. Widowed young, workaholic, rarely showed his face at family shindigs. But there he was, wanting to meet up with Dalila and Jake.
