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CHAPTER 8
ELLE
"I could see you are happy now," Gabriel muttered, his face shining with sweat as he collapsed on the blanket we are currently using. He snatched the sandwich from my hand and bite unto it, closing his lazy eyes and sighing in content.
"Cow," I muttered under my breath, the back of my neck prickling in irritation as I angrily waved a hand at him, giving him the finger. He gave me a smug smile and I cross my arms over my chest, taking another sandwich from our picnic basket.
It was late afternoon but the sun is still up in the sky, furiously glaring down at us. I look around and sigh, glad that I and Gabriel have managed to fool the paparazzi's by dressing up as normal couples, him adorning a red baseball cap while I wear a fedora hat. It is not much, b
