Novel & Cerita Tiffany Winters

Add that to the wide hips and long, long legs, and you are sure to get an exquisite figure. Tiffany ignores her and goes on to whip out her iPhone from a pocket I didn't even know existed on her romper and taps rapidly on it. "We can't hide it forever. She'll eventually find out sooner or later. It's not that much of a big deal but then, people will always be people. Especially in a beach whose main inhabitants are retirees. Really conservative ones." My heart is already thumping out a beat of fear. "What happened? What news?"

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

" I didn't take the box. I only looked at the scarf around her neck. It was the gift Nora had meant to give her before we left. After seeing Kyle, Nora had thrown it away. Marissa had dug it out of somewhere, washed it until it was wrinkled, and now wore it around her neck. "Marissa Langley," I said. "If everything in this world could be fixed after the fact, we wouldn't need police." The light in Marissa's eyes dimmed. Her lips moved, but for a long while, she couldn't get out a single word. "I know I was wrong. "I... I shouldn't have let myself get so close to Adrian Pierce and ignored how you two felt."

The last time he had that look on his face, Lucas and I had ended up trying to convince a salon receptionist that we were not newlyweds. I should have known this was coming. Somehow, I had underestimated my own captain’s dedication to making my life miserable. "And before you ask why Sofia Harper wasn’t an option," Mercer said, "remember that Sofia Harper was only created for your undercover operation. That identity has no connection to Hale outside the case. Right now, you are Tiffany Wren. There’s no record of you being his sister, so wife was the only explanation that made sense." I rubbed my forehead. "I can't believe you did this."

All those promises of forever were destroyed by a few fake photos. My chest burned, and tears kept streaming down. "She still has the nerve to cry?" "Cheating and then playing the victim. Pathetic." The whispers around me grew louder. I used to carry myself with dignity and pride in front of everyone, never shedding a tear. Now, it was all over.

"Hi." Tiffany looks up at me with surprise. Usually the only one to talk to her during the games is Quincy, the team captain's girlfriend. Everyone else steers clear. Partly because Tiffany is a groupie - well, former groupie anyway. Now that she and Rowen Flanigan are together, she's officially become a WAG, which stands for "wives and girlfriends." But people also don't talk to her because, apparently, she's a former soccer player herself. She doesn't treat games like social events. Instead, she watches the games really closely and ignores everything going on around her. So, I know she's surprised I'm talking to her.

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.

“She’s that kind of person?” “It was all an act!” “That’s disgusting!” Tiffany’s face was chalk white, her lips trembling. “That… that’s not me… that’s someone else…” “Someone else?” Marcus, my lawyer, scoffed. “The video includes full identification. Tiffany Walker, 19, resident of Miami.” He pulled up more evidence. “Here are her hotel records from that night, her credit card statements, and the hospital report for alcohol poisoning.” “The timing is exactly one week before she claims she was ‘sexually assaulted.’”

Tiffany smirked at me insultingly. I stood up while looking at her. “Don't make a mess here, Tiffany,” I warned her, but she just laughed. “Look who’s acting like she has this lovely life!” she shouted, catching everyone's attention. “Stop messing around, Tiffany. You're just a bitch who wants attention,” Windy told her. Tiffany glared at her. “What’s happening?” Jane asked, holding my hand. “Oh? It seems like your cousins haven’t heard about it,” Isabel said. Fiona and Faith laughed.