“And would you guys like some pasta as well? It pairs perfectly well with Pizza.” Celeste chimed, looking at Hugh and Poly, both of whom held a very copious expression, completely doubtful of Celeste’s happy go lucky, attitude which was something as rare as a lunar eclipse to be spotted in the olden times.
“What do you want?” Poly asked, intrigued to see how Celeste was smiling out ear to ear, ordering Pizza over the phone, through the app.
“What more could I want? I already am going to have pizza!” Celeste sang like an opera singer and it was even a much more suspicious filled point for Hugh, who had never seen his sister as pumped as she was at the moment.
He tapped on to Poly’s shoulder.
“Something is wrong.”
He signed at her and at the same time Celeste, rose her eyes from the pho
