Evelyn Hugo And Celia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

We split most of our time between the bed and the bathroom. On the morning of the third day, Celia entered the room to draw the curtains, a sly but mischievous smile lighting up her face. I hadn't talked to her since Felipe's gala, and when I tried to, both she and Eric seemed to oppose the idea. “She belongs to Felipe and for all we know, she came here to spy on us. She's not my friend and neither of us should trust her," Eric chided after Celia left. “She doesn't even want to talk to me anymore. If she were a spy, wouldn't she try - I don't know - to get information from me?" I say.