CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
AUTHOR'S POV
"Dera can I speak with you privately?" Selena asked huskily, adjusting her bonnet. The brown bonnet, coupled with her faded polo made her look like a pile of rubbish. Selena didn't give one damn about her dressing. she had been so heartbroken when she had heard the news that nothing else mattered. Her beauty and fashion sense was left to weep at home, as she left everything and ran down to the hospital.
Dera shot Selena a murderous stare before managing a reply
"What for? Why must we speak privately, you moron!"
Mary was surprised at Dera's outburst. "Was there perchance a problem?"
For she couldn't understand how Selena could go from crying to having something to discuss privately.
"Look Selena, I have no intention of speaking with you privately" Dera's eyes flashed in anger
Selena wasn't ready to loose the game
