“Last year, the wings they put on me is five kilos.”
“I think the heaviest was this year. Jessica got the jeweled wings for about 40 pounds. I’ve missed the moment when four of the staff carried it. Struggling on putting on to her. And she just slew it on the runway as if she’s wearing nothing,” Pricilla said. There’s an unbelievable expression on her face when she gazed upon me.
I literally didn’t understand their topic. My head was cracking and I am dizzy. I was holding my head with my two hands. Paulite’s word didn’t make me asleep last night. It kept on playing in my head like a broken tape.
“I know, J. I know that it was still me.”
I massaged my temple to ease the pain but a scandalous sound from Pricilla’s mug annoyed me. She was stirring her lemon juice.
“Cecil,
