Chapter Twenty Four

The restaurant was Delilah and Arielle were dining in had a rich smell of tuna. The restaurant was evacuated and paparazzi lined outside curious as why Delilah Ekalot was having breakfast with Arielle Myers. 

The public would have never imagined for the two to ever crossed paths, one had old money while the other got money from gambling, two different or not so different worlds interwind.

The staff at the restaurant felt the tension between the ladies, it was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Though the atmosphere didn't appear that way as Delilah and Arielle playfully got along there was this strange air the staff couldn't figure out, they could be faking their affection towards another for all they know.

"I'm ecstatic that you invited me Delilah, but it seems we have to keep up this faze so that we don't feed the Media the drama they need." Arielle says joyfully spooning herself an ounce of rice flakes. It was mashed into a bowl like mash potatoes.