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Dalia’s POV

Yes, Emily was that famous. She doesn’t know it? Oh yes she does.

“Enough of this. Let’s get ready. I don’t want to arrive late or else Jeffrey will chew my head off.” I say, ignoring the look of surprise on her face.

What? Was she expecting me to hate her? She is my sister. She is family.

Although I don’t know much about Emily’s family, I do know she is one of us. Dad doesn’t mind. I gave her a sad smile as she composed herself.

“Here or mine?” She asked and I know what she is talking about. It was always her place. I could never do well on my own. Not with fashion.

“Please, take me to yours.” I paused waiting for her to grab her bags. “No more secrets.”

She nods her head in agreement. “no more secrets.”

I shove my laptop into her hands as she brings out her phone to give instructions to Chris. I am surprised Chris hasn’t complained about the news. I guess he was also tired of the director’s issues. Ego issues. “I have so much work to do. Jeffrey suddenly asked me to take