Lia took the gift box from Blake, her expression full of doubt.
"What's this?"
"Your new phone," Blake said, arms crossed, acting nonchalant.
Lia tried to recall the murmurings she'd made before the anesthesia took over. "Well, I guess I did need a phone."
She unwrapped the box and pulled out a sleek rose-gold smartphone, but after searching for a bit, she couldn't find the charging plug.
"I don't get it. Why are phone manufacturers saving on things like this and calling it 'environmental responsibility?'" she muttered.
Lia remembered when she first entered showbiz and wore real fur to an event. The internet tore her apart for it, with people pushing for cruelty-free fashion and sustainability.
She understood that and never wore fur again, but skipping out on a charger in the name o
