Her plans had always stayed the same, but right now, she was at the mercy of the situation.

"Chelsea, I think I need to wait until Robin gets out, then make plans."

Chelsea understood that dealing with someone like Casper required patience. It was better to bide your time than rush into things.

Still, she was genuinely scared that Eliza would end up back in her old life.

"What about your job? Are you quitting?"

Eliza sighed. "I want to work."

Just 'cause she wanna work didn't mean she could - they were two totally different things.

Worried she'd repeat past mistakes, Chelsea handed her a card. "Take this for emergencies."

"No, Chelsea, I don't need it. I have money," Eliza protested.

Chelsea's expression grew stern as she pushed the bank card into Eliza's hand. "Just take it. When you go back to the Welton family, you're bound to face situations beyond your control, and without money, you'll be stuck. You know this."

"Thank you, Chelsea." Eliza accepted the card, tears welling up. "I'll pay you back."

"Talking about paying me back? Do you even consider me your best friend?"

work hard for your money and have a whole family to care for. Times are tough for

knew all about Chelsea's family's struggles. Eliza's pain came from her marriage; Chelsea's

Welton family, Eliza was lost in

ever. The big screen on the building in the center

and Nova were swarmed by reporters. Casper shielded Nova from the camera flashes and seemed to be scolding

headline was huge: "Casper And His True Love: Airport

mention Casper's married status, nor did they acknowledge that

Eliza, their so-called love was

driver glanced at the screen's spectacle. "I remember the wife of

Hearing the muttered comment,

to the big screen Casper was already carrying

is your wedding

Ms. Nova. When will you

"Casper, we've heard you're

heart for her. Such true love truly moves

inquire

really good to her."

"Casper, Casper..."

up the car window. The chaos

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