ARIANA
Sylas shrugged and said, “A great guy, like the one girls your age dream about. Rich, from a respectable family, good-looking of course, and has everything in life. Like the Alpha of the Cerberus clan, who all the girls out there can’t stop talking about, maybe?”
I laughed at Sylas’s words. “What’s so great about a perfect guy? Does that mean an ordinary guy isn’t good enough for me? Like you?”
I felt shy as I said it.
I noticed Sylas got awkward too and tried to change the subject. “Don’t you get jealous of rich people?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. Maybe because I grew up in an imperfect family full of tragedies. Like I told you before, my mom was just a poor omega with no family background. She fell in love with my dad, a wealthy alpha admired by many.”
I looked down sadl
