EMILY

“So Emily Raya? The name doesn't really ring a bell; what do your parents do?“ She asked with raised brows.

”Actually, my parents are late, and they used to be normal workers.”

"Oh,” she nodded. She seemed disappointed and didn't bother to hide it.

“And what do you do?“

“I own a small clothing line.”

It now comes out smoothly. How funny. But what if she asks to see my store?

“So, your parents were middle class, and you own a clothing line?”

I looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?“

She chuckled softly. “Oh, I don't mean it that way. I'm just wondering how you met Alex,...