Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 129

She had always kept to herself, both in and out of the industry, and friends were few and far between.

But after all that had happened lately, she'd silently promoted Celestine from a benefactor to a benefactor and a friend.

She didn't want her friend to think she'd stabbed her in the back.

So Celestine's feelings suddenly mattered a great deal.

Celestine herself couldn't remember the last time someone cared this much about her emotions. The realization stirred something deep inside.

"All right, I promise," she said at last.

They chatted a bit longer, and only when Denton started urging her did Mirabelle finally hang up.

Knowing Mirabelle still had a shoot tonight, Celestine felt safe to call it a day and head home.

By the time she reached her apartment, a gentle rain had begun to fall, soaking the city in that earthy, grassy scent.

She felt her whole body start to relax, tension ebbing away with each breath.

But as she reached her door, she was startled to find little Cynthia crouched there, soaked to the skin.

"Cynthia?" Celestine exclaimed in surprise.

Cynthia looked up with big, pleading eyes. She seemed desperate for a hug but hesitated, aware of her drenched clothes.

Her voice trembled. "Miss Angel, Grandpa's gone off on a trip with his friends. I was all alone at home and got scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Celestine immediately took her cold little hand without a second thought. "Of course. But first, let's get inside and change into something dry, all right? You have your key?"

Cynthia nodded.

She fished a keyring out of her pocket, adorned with a shiny mermaid charm.

Celestine unlocked the door.

It was her first time stepping into Clifton's place.

The entryway faced a wall of cabinets, all of them filled with medicine bottles and supplies.

A faint herbal scent lingered in the air.

Lush green plants and fresh flowers brightened every corner, filling the room with life.

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