Who's Celine?

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Alessia’s Point of View:

“Alessia Faye Lopez Smith,” she singsong as she held her coffee with her thumb and index and middle finger.

The combination of her gold and silver bracelet was touching each other causing it to make a glamorous sound. It shined like it’s a star from the night sky.

I didn’t answer and observed her carefully.

With an honest vulgar insult in her eyes, she eyed me from head to toe before curving her lips to form a smirk.

“You haven’t changed a bit, huh!” She shakes with laughter but ended up protecting her body by turning her shoulder.

Her big circular earrings with three layers made its way to make her look more elegant.

Using my dead voice, I replied, “Cut the crap, Celine. I’m not in the mood talking to a cheap.”

I was about to walk on the opposite side but stopped midway when she successfully caught my hand. She tightened her grip making me winced.

“A cheap?” She gasped and slapped her hand on her purposely parted lips. Celine pointed herself as if doesn’t