Celine's POV
"Oh, my god."
Anna's voice is flat, and her tone is laced with deep concern. She blinks multiple times and just mops.
I bet she wants to say something, so much at that, but like me, her voice is snatched off by surprise.
She wriggles her nose, finally getting herself in a moment. Her white revealing top gives off so much and her bum short jeans give her this simple look. She's in her house, so she has the freedom to go crazy.
Her hair is packed in a bun, and she still has the ear-pods on that she used to play her music before I came in.
"What are you going to do, babes?"
I shrug, not expecting that question. "I don't know." I finally find words.
She scoffs and folds her legs beneath herself on the single-seat couch like a puppy. "You, my dear, don't have the lux
