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"I missed you, so I came over." Tiffany blushed and opened the passenger door, sitting inside. "Brother Zhe, I got chosen as the second female lead. Although I'm not the first female lead, I am still satisfied." "What's the matter with Deegan? I'll call and ask!" Theodore said, about to make a phone call to interrogate. Tiffany held the man's hand and said, "Stop fighting, let Madeleine be the second female lead, I'm quite satisfied. After all, her fame is bigger than mine, right?"

My blood seemed to freeze on the spot. Tiffany Blake. She was wearing a designer gown, her hair perfectly styled. She looked even more like a mother than she had a year ago. Chad Miller had his arm around her shoulder. Tiffany was wearing a loose-fitting dress, but you could still tell her post-baby body had recovered extremely well. Her face had that smug look of someone being pampered. A few other familiar faces were there too—all of Tiffany's old friends from back in the day, led by Mark Lynch.

Pollyie gave the black paper to her. “Oh, you will meet him tonight at your doorstep. He’s good-looking guy that could might let your tongue tied.” ---~~~--- Tiffie woke up very late. She’s been working hard in researching about the easy steps in Tango. Well, she’s confident to show the audience a good performance. Her only problem was she cannot dance well. It’s their first day of practice and Bobby was already inside the Amore Hotel. She sneaked out inside the ballroom hall. There was a mixed of modern and Latin dance music. The whole hall was already preoccupied with dancers. Tiffie took the paper bag when she heard a pair of footsteps coming to her side. Quickly, she attached the paper b

Dana lied to me and here I was thinking she was different, she's just the same if not worse. Quite an actress I might add, she really got me fooled. She was just like her. "Go Brenda," I voiced "Bye Phil, you know where to find me when you need me. I'm always available," she winked and left. When I heard the door close, I went after her and locked the door. Next, I barged into Giordana's room and there she was, sitting and watching a movie happily. I was livid. Striding to the socket , I switched off the television. That diverted her focus to me.

That's the only way I could help her. "Right, Tiffany's not just a bully. She's evil." Jade clenched her fist. "She tried to kill Vanessa, and it was purely disgusting." "W-What? Kill?" Jade closed her locker after finishing changing clothes. "That's right. Tiffany's a murderer, and she didn't feel bad." She added, causing me to feel the same amount of disgust I felt towards Jian. They're both the same species.

What ? Tiffany narrowed her eyes at Roman, confusion evident on her face. "Do you know each other ???"

Tiffany's POV Okay, seriously, what the hell. I was a trained detective. I did not burn myself or trip twice in one day like some romance novel extra. Sofia Harper was starting to feel a little too real. And now I had to face Dominic Hunter. Of all people. Perfect. Lucas shifted under me, helping me roll off him without making it look weird, then stood and pulled me up with him. His hand stayed on my lower back for a beat longer than necessary before he let go.

Geni rolls her eyes when she sees her already sitting down, mirror in hand, putting on lip gloss. "Hey, Tiffany," I say politely. She glances at me, making no attempt to hide her once-over. "You're back," she says in surprise. "So are you," Geni retorts, gazing at the players warming up on the field. Tiffany leans over me to talk directly to Geni. "Yes, but I'm friends with the team." Geni glares at her. "If by friends with the team, you mean groupie whore, why yes, yes you are."

Therefore, if, perhaps, a gossip blog posted an update involving you, a greatly sought-after billionaire, and an apparently romantic evening, almost everybody would know who exactly they were talking about, and be able to recognize you by sight. Eyes visibly trailed Tiffany's every step from the moment she alighted from her car to the second she stepped into the school's wide double front doors, trying even less to hide the states than they were yesterday. She kept her eyes low, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but occasionally scanning the crowd for Freya and Timothy. A pair of hot pink shoes suddenly walked into her line of sight, firmly panting themselves in her path. Tiffany f

Sandra stared at her backside as she walked away,she swayed her hips till she was out of sight. She had only one thing going on in her mind,and that is taking revenge on what was done to her. She died the tears that were about to roll out as she remembered how the both of them started. They were not best of friends,there relationship can't even be called friendship cause all they say to each other is greetings. Tiffany was jobless at that time and they always see each other in the street and greet each other,she had approached her back then to ask if she was interested in working at there fashion industry cause she remembered that Tiffany had told her that she was a fashion designer.