Diane froze to her place at the voice. The last woman she wanted to meet was there. The brunette strolled up to her, putting her arms around Diane's shoulder. "So my brother finally got rid of his princess."
Diane smiled, hearing how she whispered it into her ears. Maybe old Diane would have been affected and argued back. That's what always happens. Defend the love of your life even though he was a jerk and cheater.
"No, Princess just decided she doesn't wish to be a princess anymore. I prefer the queen status more, you know." Diane smugly replied, removing her hand from her shoulder.
"What's that dialogue? Are you a teenager?" Samantha scoffed, waving her hand dismissively.
"It's merely a fact. Oops! I was not supposed to spill before the official post. Please forget what I said." Diane placed her index finger on her lips with a calm voice.
