MR. WRONG
I have never seen her without makeup so trying to convince her that she could take a bath later will be just a waste of time and energy.
"Okay."
I toss my phone in my bag and I lower myself on one of her expensive couches.
My eyes scan around, settling blankly at a photo of Mr. Bryant that is hanged opposite me and it is sort of covering the entire wall.
He is everything Matt, his hazel-green eyes, sharp features, and wavy dark hair.
A few minutes later, Celine walks in looking all flushed and she is on a call with someone.
"I will call you later, I love you." She hangs up as she walks towards me and she spares me a tiny smile.