CELINE's P O V

‘‘Let's talk on the balcony…’’ I suggested, and I slowly led the way, my steps were a little wobbly.

‘‘Do you need me to help you?’’ Brylee offered, smiling devilishly as she extended my hand in front of me.

‘‘I'm not disabled…’’ I managed a small smile as I looked at her, ignoring her hand. ‘‘I can still walk by myself...’’

Brylee shrugged her shoulders after retreating her hand, and then walked away from me towards ...