Sandra is looking at herself in the mirror and admiring her beautiful face. Then, she smiled happily. It's been a few days, she hasn't seen Arissa in Fashion Blast. Even though Cristan wasn't visible either, but it wasn't a big problem for her. She still can reach him out by phone even though Cristan's response wasn't as nice as before. In her thought, as time passed by, Cristan would be able to forget Arissa and she can imagine herself walking side by side with him. Meanwhile, Arissa…hah!
That bitch must have been crying in terror while her body was repeatedly molested by those old thugs. Sandra can't hold back her triumphant smile when her cell phone suddenly rang. Cristan's name is written clearly on the big screen on her phone.
Seeing it, the smile on Sandra's face grew wider. She quickly picked up the phone and answered it in the sweetest tone.
"Hi, Cristan? This is me…"
