NovelEndChapter 209 The next morning, after freshening up, Citrine picked out a dress for Amelia from the walk-in closet.
"Wilma took your clothes to be washed. Wear this one instead." She held the dress up to Amelia, comparing it against her frame, then nodded approvingly. "Looks great on you." Amelia's eyes lit up at the sight of the dress, but the excitement faded almost instantly.
She asked hesitantly, "Citrine, is this dress really expensive?" "Don't worry about it. It's not expensive at all," Citrine replied honestly. She'd bought this dress herself; it had only cost a few dozen dollars.
Knowing how Amelia could be, Citrine had deliberately chosen something simple, not wanting her friend to feel like a burden.
"Thank you, Citrine." Relieved by the answer, Amelia went to change.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Lawsons didn't have much money, and Amelia had never owned a pretty dress. Most of her clothes were the kind you could wear year-round-long sleeves and jeans, nothing fancy.
This was her very first twearing a dress, and she felt awkward, almost embarrassed. She looked at Citrine uncertainly. "How do I look?" "You look beautiful. Dresses really suit you," Citrine said with a warm smile.
After the two girls finished getting ready, they headed downstairs.
Raymond was sitting on the couch, watching the morning news. When he saw Citrine, he immediately stood up and asked Wilma to bring out breakfast.
It was Amelia's first tseeing Citrine's father up close, and she suddenly felt out of her depth.
Turns out, the powerful men on TV weren't so different in real life.
She was face-to-face with the most successful man in Havencrest. Stiffening her back, Amelia bowed deeply, nearly ninety degrees. "Good morning, sir. I'm Citrine's friend. Sorry for intruding last night." Citrine was startled and hurried to pull her upright.
"If you're Citrine's friend, you're always welchere. You're not intruding at all." Raymond didn't seem fazed, and his tone was unusually friendly.
"Thank you, sir," Amelia replied politely.
After breakfast, Citrine took Amelia to the set of *Innocent*.
It was Amelia's first tvisiting a production set, and everything fascinated her.
As they walked in, two crew members approached and greeted Citrine politely.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Good morning, Obsidian." "Hello, Obsidian." "Morning!" Citrine replied with a friendly smile.
When they'd walked a bit further, Amelia finally blurted out, "Citrine, did I hear that right? They called you Obsidian?" She stared at Citrine, wide-eyed in disbelief.
Citrine grinned. "Well... maybe that's because I am Obsidian?" Amelia shook her head, overwhelmed. "No way. Citrine, my brain can't handle this." *Innocent* was Amelia's favorite book, and she was a huge fan of Obsidian, its mysterious author.
She couldn't believe her idol was her own friend.
Not even TV shows would dare pull off a twist like this.
But then she thought about how much Citrine knew about everything, new about and how she'd asked if Amelia wanted to try acting. It finally clicked.
She stared at Citrine, half-exasperated, half-amused. "You really tricked me, Citrine You owean autograph when the book comes out." The idea that her idol had been right in front of her this whole time, and she hadn't known-it was almost too much to handle.
Citrine laughed. "Of course. When the first print comes out you'll get the' very first signed copy." Friends deserve a little special treatment, after all.
"You're the best, Citrine!" Amelia beamed, hugging Citrine's arm and leaning close.
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