~Cherry Mclarn~
The driver came to a halt in front of the coffee shop I'd asked Nirman to meet me at.
As expected, I came fifteen minutes later, because, why on earth would anyone expect me to come on time.
Don't forget who I was.
The driver got down, rushing to my side of the car so he could open the door for me.
Once he'd opened it, I picked up my white purse beside me on the chair, then got down.
I smoothened my white mini skirt that certainly matched the white tank top I had on, topped by the white high heels.
My hair (that'd been dyed white) was left to fall on waves over my shoulder.
The sound of my heels was enough to announce my presence once I started towards the coffee shop.
Like expected from someone of my kind, this wasn't like any other coffee shop.
It was one of the
