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.

watched the scene unfold, the corners of

Sylvia's interest was clearly piqued. She leaned forward. "Hey, I'm Sylvia, and this is

answered, "Citrine Carmichael. And

found herself instantly

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

Citrine didn't hesitate, pulling

they

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

Citrine's pictures with clear admiration. "You have no idea what I look like in my boyfriend's camera roll." She shot Balaam a fierce glare. Balaam swallowed hard, wisely keeping his mouth shut. After all, the evidence of his "crimes"

looked dubious.

with her sharp features and undeniable charisma, seemed the least likely person to

then

surrendered

gallery and began showing Citrine the photographic

Sylvia's hair was parted right down the middle, her tall, statuesque figure weirdly compressed so she looked more like

an eerie green light,

a blurred, ghostly

could only stare in