Laura'S POV.
“Where did you pick her up? She's weird.” The young lady spoke as she pushed the door open, her statement directed at me while her gaze remained on Chris, who passed me an annoyed glare. I pinned my eyes back to the floor hastily, biting army fingers aggressively.
“Laura met my sister Bianca. This is Laura, my personal assistant.” Chris explained as he walked past the both of us.
“What's with the glare? You've not seen a dark-skinned person before? '' she asked before slamming the door behind me and walking out into the room while I swallowed hard, following behind.
“Grandmum, grandad! Chris brought a girl home, and guess what? She's racist.”
“I'm not!.” I complained, cutting into her points all at once while our gazes both remained fixed straight at each other.
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