The Kiss that Sparked it All

“Bringing it to the set? Are you hoping I wouldn’t notice?” Giselle had a point, and the crew was once again in a bind. Whose side should they take: Ivy’s or Giselle’s?

The bespectacled woman couldn’t afford to cross Giselle after already clashing with Ivy. She clenched her teeth, resolute in her decision not to side with Ivy.

“It’s obvious, Giselle’s no fool. Why would she keep evidence in her own bag? Some sneaky rat must’ve played their cards well, slipping the evidence into Giselle’s bag while she was being framed. Then, by the time we all discover the clothing, Giselle ends up taking the fall for someone else’s dirty work,” she rationalized.

Giselle breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that bespectacled woman had crafted a plausible excuse for her.

“Yeah, that’s got to be the case,” Giselle said as she turned to Balfour, her eyes brimming with sincerity and tears shimmering. “Balfour, you’ve got to believe me. How could I ever do such a thing? You know me, I’m the type who’d mourn over an ant crushed on the sidewalk. I could never harm anyone.”

Balfour looked impassively at the woman before him, spewing lies as if they were gospel. Disgust filled his gaze. He had once considered her a friend and defended her.

become such liar?

Giselle’s tears flowed freely, and she

I thought you hadn’t been tainted by the business. But now, you’re pushing me over the edge! What

and swollen as she stepped

sneak the clothing into my bag. If you clear this up, I’ll forgive you. I know

her a pitiable

fingerprints on the metal decorations. Just get it checked at the police station, and we’ll know

at the

This is just a misunderstanding between us girls, nothing for the

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