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"I'll be right there!" said Serena as Maureen waited for the bag she had requested from the shop assistant to be prepared. Maureen nodded quickly and then opened the screen of the phone in her hand to update her social media accounts. She occasionally took photos and even did live broadcasts to promote the brands of the stores she visited. When the camera panned to someone in the background, Maureen immediately ended the live broadcast and observed the figure she recognized as the wife of Darren Pratama. At first, Maureen smiled sarcastically at the elegant style that she thought was too haughty for a woman smaller than her.

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I say quickly. "Don't worry, I will come early. Tell her a friend is coming over to see her." Nigel simply said and hung up. I stared at my phone like someone had puked on it. "Who was that?" I heard Makaila ask. "My cousin, Nigel. You might not know him. He isn't all that popular." I said, trying to discourage her. "You mean Nigel Santos, the music major." She said. My head shot up. "You know him?" I asked.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

and he winked playfully at her. Later that day, they went to their own sanctuary. Maan in her room decided to post on social media. Facebook Maan Perez is feeling accomplished with Gil Velasco. Attached 16 photos #majablanca #sweettreat 43 likes 27 comments JoanVP Oh! So sweet! Heart eyes Tito Art My boy seems to be taking it to the next level. Keep going Gil Velasco. Hearts GilVelasco Uncle! Maan Perez Uncle!

Still, she did not stay on any longer and shuffled away without looking back. She reminded herself, "Lyse, the past is behind you. No matter how deep your grudges and affection, you shall not turn back." Her phone suddenly rang, and it was Sean calling. "Sean, what's the matter?" She pulled herself together. "Ms. Alyssa, something went wrong! Check Twitter right now!" Sean spat out the words with urgency. Her expression sank as an ominous feeling closed in. She quickly opened Twitter on her phone, and almost immediately, her face drained of color as she cussed, "Fuck!"

Other than Mason, it wasn’t terrible. Mason just needed to be tolerated. Bella was the least fake senior girl—she had moments of being human. Macey was quiet so it would be easy to ignore. She looked like Violet-from-The-Incredibles. Quiet, hair covering one eye, purple headphones, and beautiful purple eyes I’d never seen on a person before. She stayed locked into her notebook like eye contact might hurt her. I sat down and started doodling until a familiar voice cut through. “Yo! Juan!”

"I'll be right there!" said Serena as Maureen waited for the bag she had requested from the shop assistant to be prepared. Maureen nodded quickly and then opened the screen of the phone in her hand to update her social media accounts. She occasionally took photos and even did live broadcasts to promote the brands of the stores she visited. As the camera panned to someone in the background, Maureen immediately ended the live broadcast and observed the figure she recognized as the wife of Darren Pratama. At first Maureen smiled sarcastically at the elegant style that she thought was too haughty for a woman smaller than her.