Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Estelle had switched up her lunch spot. Craig, holding his own lunch, came over with a chuckle, “I just saw you munching under that tree, what brings you over here?”

Perched on a marble railing, Estelle responded with a straight face, “Someone told me I could only eat lunch in a corner. I want to show her I can eat anywhere I damn well please!”

Craig almost choked on his laughter, turning around quickly to cough a few times.

His face turning red, he wheezed out, “Was it Clarice? Does she a bit mentally unstable? Does she need to see a shrink?”

He had seen Clarice passing by earlier.

Estelle couldn’t care less. Even though Clarice now openly showed hostility towards her, squawking around her like a mother hen, that was about as much damage she could do.

What was a few snide remarks to Estelle?

the

check up on her. Coincidentally, the whole clan of Garrett Macclain was there as well, so they all sat down for a cup of tea and a

designer named KING is

chimed in with a chuckle, “Of course, they are a top-notch international designer!”

design studio has been open for over two years

soured, as she replied quietly, “It’s

that wasn’t quite a smile, Leonie added, “Is that sb? I heard Carmella’s studio has been bleeding money. If it weren’t for you and Bennett propping it up, it would have gone under ages ago!”

Leonie definitely

money. She and Bennett had pumped a lot of dough into it. They tried to convince Carmella to close the studio but she was hell-bent on

in late and leaving early for the past two

a nonchalant comment, “They’re all designers, so what’s with the huge gap? You guys should talk some sense into Carmella. If she doesn’t have the chops, she should just quit. After all, she’s blowing the Macclain family’s hard-earned cash!”

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