"I don't think he'll agree to this." Celeste vented to Noah's mum or as she called her Mrs Allen.
She had told Celeste to relate with her on a first name basis but calling her Joyce was just so weird.
She had come to admire the woman Mrs Allen was and hopefully she'll not just share in her values but also her last name.
She loved the fact that she always got what she wanted and it didn't matter who she had to go through, what she had to do or what she had to say — she always had her way.
"And what does it matter if he doesn't? He doesn't know what's best for him, I do and I say this is better for him." Mrs Allen chided as she eyed Celeste Stark.
She was beautiful, some would even say a diamond. And if she as a woman could see that, why couldn't her son?
What did he find in a baby ele
