#Chapter218
Lynnex's POV
/"Speak/" I practically demand when her eyes travel around my bedroom with wonder
Ugh.
This is why I never invite people into my room.
She clears her throat and neatly sets the dresses down on the end of my bed.
I hope those aren't ugly.
She takes a seat across from me on my floor, respecting my wishes about personal space.
I know nothing about her.
Plus, germs.
/"Isabella and I met at a Christmas party,/" she begins in a calm tone
I stare at her with a blank face, not wanting to give any of my emotions away.
/"I ran into her when I was trying to get away from a bunch of judgements old ladies,/" the dark brown eyed girl rolls her eyes with annoyance
I have to force myself not to smirk at her reaction.
I know how ruthless those ladies can be.
