CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

"What do you think you're doing?" Carmen's disgusting voice echoed in the empty room. I jumped out in shock and looked at her sharply.

"Are you planning on giving me a heart attack?"

She just laughed and sit in front of me. "Chill. For now, my plan is to be on the spotlight again, but this time... not because of hatred," she sighed.

"Oh... cool? I guess," I chuckled nervously.

She looked at me flatly. "Tell me, Agatha. What's your secret?"

"Huh? Secret? The fuck?"

"Go on. I know you like to tell me, so what's stopping you...?"

"Carmenia! I understand that you want to be cool but you're being weird and it's creeping me out." I confessed. Her laughter filled the room.

"I'm just kidding! You should've seen your face!"

"Fuck off, Carmenia." I said and raised my middle finger into her.

"What ever," she hissed. "Hey, anyway, where's that almost husband of yours?"

"I don't know, and I don't give a damn."

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