SHAYLA'S P.O.V "You sure you don't wanna come?" I asked Bryan again. He shook his head, a slight worry in his eyes. I frowned. What was he upto? "You okay there, stinky?" I asked Bryan, concern flooding me. "Are you sick? Shall I make you some soup?" He let out a quiet laugh at my baffled situation, took two long strides towards me and held me by the shoulders. "Dear sis, I am okay! Just stressed about work, that's all." I reluctantly let the frown etched on my face slide down. "Well," I said, smoothing out the unimaginary creases from my dress. "You know you can share everything with me, right? I would tease you to death but I also would take the secret to my grave."
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