Charlie sat down on the lawn chair, centered around the bushed garden. His phone beeped with a text and he took it out of his trousers pocket and knitted his eyebrows looking closely at what he had received. He was sitting at Harold’s palace waiting for him to ask a few questions running in his mind seeing at the pictures in his phone.
“You’re always a keen one, up to something, aren’t you?” He heard a female voice hoaxing towards him as he turned and looked at Stephanie walking up to him. She was wearing a white body hugging laced sleeves dress, with a nude makeup look popping her features, signifying she had just walked in front of a row of paparazzi.
“You’ve always been a sneaky one, always lurking around, aren’t you?” Charlie retorted back casually which proud a distasteful express
