The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 379

The girl in the leather jacket shot them both a sly grin. "Oh, I get it, I get it. You two aren't officially together yet, huh?"

Before Citrine could say a word, the girl plowed on. "Sis, your boyfriend's

photography skills are amazing-seriously, this guy must have a degree in it or something."

She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "By the way, mind if I ask where you found your boyfriend? I'd like to get one for myself."

Citrine just stared, momentarily speechless.

Sebastian looked equally thrown.

Even the leather jacket girl's boyfriend, Balaam, seemed to bristle. Did she think he was invisible?

Citrine's eye twitched. She turned to the girl and deadpanned, "He only sells retail, not wholesale, so I have no idea."

That did it—Sylvia Watkins burst into laughter, nearly choking.

"Oh my god, are you for real? You are way too cute." Tears of mirth sparkled in

her eyes.

the scene unfold, the corners of his mouth lifting

forward. "Hey, I'm Sylvia, and this is my boyfriend, Balaam. What's your

Carmichael. And this

some reason, Sylvia found herself

whipped out her phone and asked politely, "Can we exchange

Citrine didn't hesitate, pulling

they felt more like old friends than new

at making friends. After they'd connected, she waved Balaam over to move their stuff next to Citrine's, and plopped herself down beside

got a boyfriend who can take decent photos." Sylvia scrolled through Citrine's pictures with clear admiration. "You have no idea what I look like in my boyfriend's camera roll." She shot Balaam a

dubious. "Seriously? That

likely person to take a

Sylvia heaved a dramatic sigh, then held out her hand. "Balaam, give

Balaam surrendered his

missing a beat, Sylvia opened his gallery and began showing Citrine the

parted right down the middle, her tall, statuesque figure weirdly compressed so she looked more like five feet than five-

second: Sylvia's face was washed in an eerie green

third: No Sylvia in sight-just a blurred, ghostly smear

end, Citrine could only stare