Performing, acting, modeling, framing up innocent people to burn just so she could get what she wants – that smile was plastered on her face. She was one fake barbie I wouldn't want to play with.
"What are you trying to do, Lizzie?" Ali asked beside me.
She must have sensed that I was trying to do something out of our initial plans. Her brows shot up with curiosity, but I could also notice that there was a bit of worry in it too. Ali knew how I turned wild when I read of that article back then when she followed me.
"Don't worry, ice punk princess," I winked at her. "This won't be anything that could drastically change what we had planned beforehand."
"Did you just call me an ice punk princess?" she chuckled.
"Ali, you seemingly don't get cold even at night with just a tank top on," I added, "You are an ice punk princess to me."
"The cold never bothered me anyway," she said in a singsong voice, "Guess I'll let that go for now," Ali laughed.
