CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

~~Writer~~

"And if you like the way you look that much. .

Then baby, you should go and love yourself. ." Frema danced around as she turned the scrambled eggs in the pan. She was a staunch belieber and she could go on and on with Justin's songs. She silently laughed as she remembered Riley. The girl could kill for Justin Bieber. She knew all his songs from the scratch to finish and she always said she hated Hailey for stealing her man. The eggs were done soon and she took it out, humming to herself. The door bell cut her off and she found herself curious. Nobody ever visited Eron. He was literally the most closed person she knew, so she was curious to know who had decided to pay him a pity visit. She followed behind a servant who pulled open the door, as she hid behind a wall.

"Hi! My name is Matilda, everyone calls me Titi," the teenage girl at the door flipped her hair dramatically and Frema wanted to convince herself it wasn't her. "And I'm here to see my dad." The words rung in Frem