“I can’t believe you kept all this from me. I’m supposed to be your best friend”, Lizzie grumbled.

“Lizzie, I thought we already went over this, I said I was sorry”, Gisele replied, sighing.

“Well, what type of relationship would ours be if you didn’t grovel? I’m the queen, remember? Elizabeth, Queen Elizabeth”, said queen answered, looking at Gisele with an incredulous look on her face.

Gisele had told Lizzie what had happened with her dad, her heart pouring to Slate and Slate’s jealousy. Lizzie almost popped a vein because, apparently, in the commandments of best friendship, the first was, ‘Thou shalt not keep anything from thy best friend’.

Gisele rolled her eyes at her friend’s dramatics. Everyone was queen (or king) in their head.

“Queen Lizzie, I apologize sincerely for my utmost foolishness and stupidity. Satisfied?”, Gisele said, to shut Lizzie up.

“Well, you could’ve~”, Lizzie started but shut up when Gisele gave her an exasperated look.

“Fine, apology accepted”, she conceded.

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at Slate’s house, Callie was napping and Slate was in

how’s you and you amazing billionaire doing? Done it yet?”, Lizzie asked,

and scolded, “Lizzie, you’re

deserve to know exactly what happens. I have no s** life, so I’m living off yours”, she replied

from her bag and tapped

at this

months in any social event. But was spotted quite recently with an

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you’re famous

for the whole world to see. You need to get used to it,

if you’ve already

brushing it off with a fake laugh. “Anyways, Slate’s birthday’s in two days so if I were you, I’d hurry to get

the world didn’t he tell me?! What the heck am I going to buy for him now?! He’s

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