Irene’s POV
“That’s awesome.” her eyes were shining with excitement. She had opened every bag I bought for her. She didn’t even wait to go to her home.
“They look really expensive,” she said with a pout. And I only blinked to respond to her.
“Is he that rich?” she arched her eyebrow, like she was some detective.
“He is,” I said playfully as I took a bite of a pancake she brought with her. It was tasty.
She crawled towards me on her fours.
“What does he do?” her eyes were bulged and for some reason she was whispering.
“Oh My God, Stacy,” I couldn’t control my laugh. “He is not some mafia leader, “ I said in between my giggles. She did too.
“I don’t know why you are acting like you are in a suspense movie or something.” I pointed.
“When are you going to tell me?”
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