On her way back home, Celestine stared out the car window, her expression solemn. The amusement that once lingered on her face was gone without a trace. She had expected Melissa's secret to be scandalous, but not like this.
If anything, Celestine didn't even know what to make of this discovery.
"Melissa Young," she whispered, her eyelids drooping. "And here I thought the only thing you were good at was currying favor and making people like you."
A shallow sigh escaped her. "What a shame. I was hopeful I was wrong about you."
But today proved her right. Every expectation she'd had of Melissa turned out to be accurate, painfully so.
"How insulting," she murmured. "And to think I almost fell for it."
Had it not been for Lola, Celestine wouldn't have bothered to dig this deep. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to feel grateful to the young woman. If anything, what she felt for Lola was… pity.
"Loren Albert," Celestine whispered faintly. "How could you ever rest in peace?"
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