Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sierra was stunned. She didn’t fall to the ground.

He must have been talking about someone else who was trying to seduce him.

Feeling slightly disappointed that she wasn’t as memorable to Tyrone as she had hoped, Sierre changed the subject to hide the awkwardness.

“I didn’t expect you to be so handsome and such a great singer,” she drawled.

Tyrone replied with a disinterested tone, “Thanks for the compliment.”

“Do you believe in fate? I couldn’t help but notice that you look like my cousin. It’s funny how I’ve run into you twice today.

“Err, no. Not really.”

she revealed her trump card, thinking it would help the

“You are Tyrone, right?

know my cousin? He’s

at the shopping mall, Tyrone had guessed that it was Blayze

maintained a noticeable accent when she spoke, something she embraced rather than tried to

added to her sense of identity, complementing her expensive attire that set her apart

her accent and expensive clothes, Tyrone appeared

seemed to matter most to him was being mistaken