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Instead of Seven calling like Britain wanted, her phone only had missed calls from her sister Brea, both Remy and Henderson, and Jadey. "You jinxed it," he claimed with a short sigh.

"That or she hates me," she muttered.

Priest decided not to allow her to dwell on the matter like she had done a few days before. "Brea called," he advised her, hoping to shift her focus away from her mother.

Britain took the phone from him, eyeing the missed call from her little sister. A smile spread across her face at the thought of Brea. She was a bit torn up about not getting to tell her goodbye since her sister lived all the way out in Baltimore, but it seemed like Brea had more of an urge to talk than Seven. "Give her a call," Priest encouraged her.

"It's like what? Midnight over there right now?" Britain shook her head, attempting to sit the phone down.

Priest scoffed as he prevented her from tossing the phone aside. "She's a doctor. Doesn't her life revolve around night shifts?" He shrugged. "Call your sister,Gioia.Just because Seven had a mouthful to say doesn't mean everyone else does."

Britain decided to take his advice, making a call to Brea. Priest offered her some privacy by rising from his seat and making his way to the small bar that occupied a part of the jet. He mixed his own drink before sipping on it slowly.

To Britain's surprise, Brea answered her call, despite the drastic time difference. "You're an overseas bitch now, ain’tyou?!" Brea exclaimed in excitement as she answered the phone call from her older sister. The last time they spoke, things hadn't really changed in Britain's life, aside from Priest’s presence, but now, she was hearing all this talk about Italy, so she needed to be filled in on what had been going on.

"Do you ever stop playing?" Britain laughed.

"Hell no! My big sister, who usually never takes risks, just picked up and moved across the world and has the entire family talking about it. I'm going to have my jokes. I think I deserve that much since I didn't get to say goodbye," Brea scoffed. Brea's way of coping with things was always medicinal laughter. This rubbed off on Britain, but Brea had her beat for sure.

Britain's laughter digressed into a chuckle. "Sorry about that.”

"Why, though? You're a grown-ass woman," Brea asked while screwing up her face in confusion.

Britain sighed. "I know, but Ma probably hates me right now."

Brea rolled her eyes. Unlike Britain and Brixton who stuck by their mother's every word, Brea did her own thing. She kept a clear distance from her mother. She wasn't searching for a friend within Seven or even a voice of reason. Brea was grown and made her decisions without dwelling on whether her mother was in agreeance. Hence the fact that she rarely called to check in with her family.

"Mocha, she always does this. I don't know why you and Brix let her get to you guys," Brea said as she shook her head.

"I just don't like her being upset with me," Britain muttered.

"I love Mom with everything in me. She's a brilliant surgeon, a phenomenal woman and an even better mother, but, boy, is the woman unreasonable," Brea scoffed once more. "She's not much of a fan of her children doing things that she could have only dreamed of when she was our age. My move toBaltimore, Brixton's residency out in Florida, now you moving to Italy. She tried to talk us all out of moving away from her just because she has abandonment issues. Unfortunately for you and Brixton being two impressionable dumbasses, you guys are actually letting her fool you while I'm living my best life out in Baltimore," Brea explained, putting things in perspective.

Seven made Brixton reconsider his residency spot out in Florida just for him to stick it out in New York. She even tried convincing Brea to stay instead of moving to Baltimore but failed miserably. Now, she was trying her hand at Britain, and she failed again instead of succeeding like she had done with Brixton.

Britain raked her fingers through her hair as she shook her head, her stress getting to her. "She's right about some things, though," she defeatedly groaned.

"Of course she will be! She has a PHD, and she's been a great mother for 28 years. The woman will always be right about a few things, but our whole purpose is to prove her wrong, even when she's right," Brea sighed. "All I'm saying is if you and Brixton continue to let her live life vicariously through you guys, you two won't be able to experience a thing."

Britain sighed as she nodded her head, taking in the great advice Brea had to offer. "When did you become so wise?" she jested.

Brea waved her older sister off. "We talk like eight times a year. You barely know me now," she cackled mischievously.

Britain felt a sense of guilt rush over her. She knew she could try harder to reach out to her sister. "Sorry about that," she apologized again.

"It's fine, Mocha. We weren't raised to be up each other's asses anyway," Brea laughed. "Just stay safe out there in Italy and don't lose yourself in the process. You're still one of thewomen I look up to, and I can't risk you changing for the worst on me." Brea smiled.

Britain couldn't contain the smile on her face as she nodded her head. "I love you, Brea-Bear," she told her sister, using her childhood nickname.

"I love you too, Mocha. I have to check on a patient. Don't let Ma get to you. And tell your handsome fiancé that his surgeon sister-in-law said hey," Brea teased.

The two shared goodbyes before the call ended. Even though Britain didn't get the chance to hash things out with her mother, talking to Brea put a few things in perspective and brought her a sense of relief. Once she finished up the phone call, Priest returned to his seat next to her.

Britain rested her head on his shoulder, causing him to place a kiss on her forehead. "Your surgeon sister-in-law saidhey, handsome fiancé," Britain teased.

Priest laughed. He enjoyed Brea's humor and lighthearted personality. They had only met once, and she spent the night throwing aimless compliments at him. He knew that was just her personality, nothing to take personal. "Where was she when I got shot? Seven needed all the help she could get," Priest jested, causing Britain to fall into a round of her infectious laughter.

"She did, but she still managed to save your life," Britain sighed aimlessly. "That's why I could never be upset with her."