CHAPTER 11
NEOLA
'What? Oh my god, Neola!' I pulled the phone off my ear to avoid myself from going deaf. Geez, the woman can scream.
"Yep. He already knows that I am Neola." I sat down on the couch near the window which overlooks the sea as we both talk. We are back in Normandy, France. The view was just breathtaking I almost forgot that I was talking to Elle.
'Then what will happen now? Am I going to get murdered?'
"No, of course! You silly. He doesn't know that--"
"Doesn't know what, exactly?" I turn around just in time to see his smirk turn into a full blown smile. "Lucas, didn't your mother taught you that eavesdropping is not good." I whisper shout at him as I cover the speaker on the phone. He just laugh at my worried face as Elle asked out loud, 'Am I hearing my brother laug
