The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

"But they don't believe me," muttered Melody. She had worked together with them for a while, and the least she expected was for one person to believe her. When that did not happen, Melody was very disappointed.

"I thought that the director would believe me, but I guess I shouldn't have kept my hopes up..." Melody felt that their lack of trust in her was due to her problem.

Lucas reached over and rubbed her head, retracting his hand only when her hair was messed up. "Stop those nonsense thoughts. Does it matter whether those people believe you or not?"

Melody nodded. "Of course! It makes me feel that at least someone is willing to take my side. I never treated them terribly before, so why would they treat me the same?" In fact, she knew that those who believed her might decide not to speak up for her after seeing how suspicious the entire crew was of her. After all, they were just small-time staff, and it was not worth risking their job for her.

clear evidence that the perpetrator was wearing

Even if someone thinks you're innocent, they're in no position to stand up and speak for you." Lucas manned the steering wheel with one hand and observed Melody's bad mood from

lamented. She then asked casually, "Why do you believe me, then? The person in the surveillance footage wore the same

it was not you

at least someone who would stand by her

known each other for long enough that I've gotten used to your figure and minor little movements." "What?" Melody blurted in surprise. She did not expect Lucas to pay that much attention to

knowing her identity. Most important of all, your clothes don't ride above your belly button like it does on her. That's because your legs are long,