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I said, shaking my head at Katerina, silently asking her what she wanted. “I’ll have an iced latte, thank you” Katerina said, shyly. “Alright, would you like anything to eat? Dessert maybe?” Delilah asked “I would recommend the chocolate fondue, or the crème caramel” “I believe the chocolate fondue would be good, what do you think, malyshka?” I asked Katerina whose eyes lit up in excitement. I chuckled at her reaction, smiling when I saw her nodding in approval before nodding at Delilah.

It was a video. A grin tugged on my lips as I hit play and the sound of Delia moaning as she got fucked over the table flooded my ear. The little bitch. Great, another thing to add to her worry list. Enoch had refused to believe that Delia was planning to sleep with Belshar for whatever reason known to her, but now he would know that I was telling the truth and that Delia didn't give two fucks about him. The thing about Delia was that she was obsessed with Celine. She didn't know it but she was. And it wasn't a recent thing either.

I guess that's just the cruel reality of life. Just as promised, Kaycee visited me in Santa Lucia during her semestral break. Inigo volunteered to drive me to pick her up. I introduced Kaycee to Inigo, and my playful friend teased me about him. We spent the day sightseeing in Santa Lucia and visited nearby towns the next day. Kaycee stayed at a hotel, and I kept her company. Aunt Eleanor offered her a room, but she politely declined, as their house only had enough space for them. The old woman was too kind to offer her home even if it would make them uncomfortable to entertain another person to stay. I realized it wasn't a good idea for Kaycee to share a room with Jimena and I. I explained

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

Hi, I'm Delia," the other introduces herself to direct attention to her and leave behind the awkward moment with Cecile. "Angie." I take her hand when she offers it and feel her skin soft and slack as a baby's bottom. Delia is even more precious, she has marked cheekbones, her eyelashes are long, curved and black and highlight her green eyes. She's slim and only two inches taller than me, but only because she has gorgeous shoes paired with a white dress. "They look a lot alike," he says, looking at Melody and me.