The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 379

The girl in the leather jacket shot them both a sly grin. “Oh, I get it, I get it. You two aren’t officially together yet, huh?”

Before Citrine could say a word, the girl plowed on. “Sis, your boyfriend’s photography skills are amazing—seriously, this guy must have a degree in it or something.”

She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “By the way, mind if I ask where you found your boyfriend? I’d like to get one for myself.”

Citrine just stared, momentarily speechless.

Sebastian looked equally thrown.

Even the leather jacket girl’s boyfriend, Balaam, seemed to bristle. Did she think he was invisible?

Citrine’s eye twitched. She turned to the girl and deadpanned, “He only sells retail, not wholesale, so I have no idea.”

That did it—Sylvia Watkins burst into laughter, nearly choking.

“Oh my god, are you for real? You are way too cute.” Tears of mirth sparkled in her eyes.

Sebastian watched the scene unfold, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement.

Still chuckling, Sylvia’s interest was clearly piqued. She leaned forward. “Hey, I’m Sylvia, and this is my boyfriend, Balaam. What’s your name?”

Citrine answered, “Citrine Carmichael. And this is Sebastian.”

For some reason, Sylvia found herself instantly drawn to this pretty, straightforward girl. She whipped out her phone and asked politely, “Can we exchange contacts?”

“Sure.” Citrine didn’t hesitate, pulling up her QR code.

With that, the distance between them disappeared, and they felt more like old friends than new acquaintances.

Sylvia was a natural at making friends. After they’d connected, she waved Balaam over to move their stuff next to Citrine’s, and plopped herself down beside her.

“Citrine, I’m honestly jealous you’ve got a boyfriend who can take decent photos.” Sylvia scrolled through Citrine’s pictures with clear admiration. “You have no idea what I look like in my boyfriend’s camera roll.” She shot Balaam a fierce glare.

Balaam swallowed hard, wisely keeping his mouth shut. After all, the evidence of his “crimes” was all in his phone.