Nadia was absolutely baffled. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
In her mind, a prank meant something harmless and childish—putting fake vomit on someone's car and watching them freak out, or drawing silly pictures on a sleeping person's face and taking selfies.
It did not mean groping your own mother while describing in graphic detail how you wanted to impregnate her and keep her belly constantly swollen with your children.
That was not a prank.
That was something else entirely, something far too serious and dangerous to dismiss so lightly.
Her mind was in complete chaos because of this.
This was especially so since she was already struggling to come to terms with what had happened in the dressing room earlier—his hands on her, his whispered words, his insistence that it was all a prank.
She had been confused then. Now, after everything he had just done and said, her mind was a battlefield.
