CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
AUTHOR'S POV
"Selena! Come down here, we have an August visitor" Mary called out to Selena who had locked herself in her room. It was the weekend, and she as usual wasn't feeling in a good mood and had decided to eliminate herself yet again from social gatherings—not that there was any around.
Dera smiled "Don't you think that's too much of a hyperbole? I visit you almost every week; if not every week, so I'm not an August visitor" She made herself at home by walking into the kitchen and taking out an apple drink
"Every week indeed. You should have even said every hour, to show how diligent you are in visiting" Mary pursed her lips in heavy sarcasm, hitting her ass on the soft sofa.
