At sharp six, we all were ready.
Funny enough because Trevor was sneezing his head off, the minute we woke up.
"He needs some tablets", Frankie was engulfed with a packet of handkerchiefs now itself. Not strange because Trevor was using him quite too well, and poor Frankie seemed to be okay with it.
"Can't you stay back?"
That was what Tony had straightforwardly asked. Trevor glared.
"Ofcourse...!"
I sighed, "Please, not another fight..."
He smirked and walked away, with Frankie following him. I took Tony's hands in mine and smiled,
"Why don't we just do what we have to do?"
His new look was actually a bit too much. With plastic gold earrings, silver necklace and a chain, a hairband and cool shades, he looked like a pop star idol rather than a billionaire. Since we didn't have a s
