It had been a week without a glimpse of Karoline, that little diva.
Apparently, the doctors cleared her to leave the hospital the same day, but she refused to go, clinging to the doctor's sleeve, pleading, "Doctor, are you sure there isn't something else wrong with me?"
In hindsight, I should've done her a favor—maybe I could've "popped" those fake implants of hers. Then she'd have a legitimate excuse to stay.
Scrolling through the gossip feeds on my phone, I wasn't paying attention and walked right into someone.
I looked up. "Oh, hey, Zara."
Zara was wearing the lead character's white strapless gown, hugging the fluffy layers of her dress in her arms, her makeup perfectly done, tiny diamonds glittering on her face. She didn't look like Karoline's stand-in. She looked like an angel am
