Jocelyn Grant froze, probably not expecting such a direct admission.
"You admit it."
And that voice…
It had sounded so familiar before.
Suddenly, Jocelyn Grant's gaze shot toward Celeste Grant.
"It's you… Celeste Grant." She bit out the words through clenched teeth.
"Haha, who else would it be?" Celeste Grant reached up and removed her veil. "How rare. To think you still remember me, Jocelyn Grant. I've been thinking about you so, so much."
The sight of her made Jocelyn Grant's forehead throb with pain. That night, she had been bludgeoned, her head covered in blood, and had nearly died. Thankfully, she'd run into Silas, who saved her.
'Damn that Celeste Grant.'
"Celeste Grant, I can't believe you're still here."
Celeste Grant replied, "Is that a problem? Who are you to tell me where I can be? Do I need to report my whereabouts to you or something?"
Jocelyn Grant was livid.
