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Ellen replied feeling smug. "First, tell me what evidence you have about the incident. A video?" Cindy scoffed irritably. "Daisy and I have been best friends for more than three years now. And you think you can come from nowhere to spill a bunch of trash to her and she will just believe you?" "Babe, you've got no evidence to back up your claim!" Cindy laughed while Ellen just stared on with a smirk. "All I have to do is tell her you are lying. Babe, she would effortlessly believe you just want to ruin our friendship and relationship. Who do you think you are? You think so highly of yourself get out!"

And this confirmed the thought that she had indeed made a real friend, not just another phony pretending to care while messing with her. Emily’s face lit up with excitement as she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message. "You're my first real friend. Want to be besties for life?" The moment Amelia saw the message, a gentle smile blossomed across her face. Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed out her reply. Then, in a soft voice, she read her response aloud. "Of course I do! I don't mess around when it comes to real friends." Emily's heart soared. She clung to her phone, eyes fixed on the screen, as Amelia’s comforting words echoed in her head like a favorite song on repea

am. I was hoping he and I will grow old together because we are bff’s but it seems, it will not be the case. I have not even called him or messaged him because I am still angry with him. I know it sounds a bit childish, oh hell, it is childish but what can I do? It hurts here,” she tapped her chest. Fidelo smiled and said the first thing that came to his mind, “You love him”. “But of course,” she countered, she is my best friend.” Not that kind of love,” Fidelo tried to explain. Ami shook her head in denial. “Romantic love?Bleh!'' she shuddered. “Haan cguro!” she spluttered. Fidelo scratched his head not understanding what she just said. “Nevermind,” assured Ami. It doesn’t matter. “Anyway,

Lovingly Yours, Friend

The sun sank below the horizon, painting the sky in warm, golden hues. "Carlos, thank you for always being here for me. Your friendship is a priceless gift that I couldn't imagine my life without," said Luiza, with sincerity in her voice. Carlos smiled, gently touching Luiza's cheek. "You know I'll always be here for you, Lu. Our friendship is precious to me, and I'm thrilled to be a part of your artistic journey. I'll be by your side, cheering you on every step of the way." Luiza felt a wave of gratitude and love overflowing in her heart. She knew she had a true and loyal friend in Lucas, someone who would always be there for her no matter what challenges they faced.

“That wouldn't cause a problem with you trying to fulfill your promise right?” “Right. You'll get over everything eventually and you'll see for yourself whether or not this is worth believing.” I waited for him to say something else, but he didn't until I had walked past him. “Friends?” “The basics of friendship is trust, Carter. That is something that can't exist between us, so thank you very much for the offer.” “Not friends?” he arched a brow in amusement and what I'd call disappointment. “Never.” “Alright, then,” he started heading towards the door. “We'll see about that.”

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I avoided his gaze, unable to meet his eyes. He sighed softly, his expression softening with understanding. “Amanda, you don't need to apologize,” he said gently, crouching down to my level. "I understand you're going through a difficult time, and emotions can be overwhelming. But offering yourself like that… it's not the solution. You deserve respect and understanding, not to feel ashamed…” he paused and flashed me a reassuring smile. “I want you to see me as a friend, and as your friend, it is my duty to help you without wanting anything in return. So, Can you do that? Can we be friends?” He offered, his eyes sparkling with genuine kindness.

Millie asks. I smile, "Yes we do." "Daddy said you're his friend too." "That's right Millie, Marie's my special friend." Karter says and winks at me. "What's a special friend?" "Special friends are those who fulfill each others needs." Karter blurts and my eyes widen at how inappropriate and wrong that sounded but Karter just smirks. "A special friend is like a best friend. Do you have a best friend Millie?" I glare at Karter and correct his very inappropriate statement.

That was why I wanted to get out of there quickly. “Can we at least be friends? You know what? Here is my complimentary card. It doesn’t have to be anything serious. I just want to get to know you… as a friend,” he said, finally letting go of my hand and pulling out his Louis Vuitton wallet from his pocket. He opened it, taking out a card and handing it to me. I took it, glancing down to read its contents. “I’m Marco; it’s nice to meet you. And I hope to see you soon,” he said, a charming smile lighting up his face.

"But I can wait for the one who is meant for me. I know it will happen one day." Estella laughed out loud because of her friend's complaint. She knew that her friend was exaggerating. "Carla, thank you very much." She held her friend's hand to let her know how much she appreciated her care for the family she left behind. “Thank you for what?” "I know you're doing everything you can to take care of my family, and I appreciate it so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. You've been an incredible friend and I can't thank you enough. Please keep in touch, okay?"