RankNovelChapter 208 "It's not dirty. Con in." Citrine gave a resigned little smile, then reached for Amelia's hand and gently pulled her inside.
Amelia finally got a good look at Citrine's room—and for a moment, all she could do was stare in awe.
"Citrine, your room is beautiful," she breathed, unable to hide the envy in her eyes.
Back at the Lawson house, Amelia didn't even have a room of her own. She slept year-round on the living room couch, her clothes and personal things stuffed into a couple of old tote bags piled in the corner, just to keep them out of the way and easy to find.
But Citrine's room was the kind that existed in every girl's wildest dreams- spacious, gorgeous, filled with sunlight. There was a lovely writing desk, a cozy beanbag chair, and all sorts of charming little pieces of furniture that looked like they'd been plucked straight from a show about princesses. Even her private bathroom was bigger than the entire living space Amelia's whole family shared.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It's nothing special," Citrine said, a little embarrassed. "When I first cto live with the Carmichaels, I was put up in the guest room. Later, Raymond insisted I take his bedroom and had it redecorated for me. That's how it ended up like this." After Amelia finished washing up, the two of them climbed into bed together.
"Your sheets smell amazing," Amelia said, inhaling the faint scent of flowers with delight. She took another deep breath, savoring it.
"Do they? It's probably just the laundry detergent," Citrine replied, burying her own face in the pillow and taking a deep breath too.
Their eyes met over their silly antics, and both girls burst out laughing.
After a little while, Amelia's mood finally began to lift.
She ended up telling Citrine everything about what had happened at home.
As she listened, Citrine felt her own anger rising on Amelia's behalf.
After a moment's thought, she suddenly asked, "Amy, do you want to get away from your parents?" Amelia was quiet for a while. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady. "Yes. The moment they tried to selloff to the landlord's son, they stopped being my parents in my heart." Citrine didn't say anything for a long time. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "Amy, have you ever wanted to be an actress?" Amelia blinked, surprised by the question, but she nodded honestly.
It was true-she'd dreamed of acting ever since she was little. But she was always too afraid of being laughed at to tell anyone.
"How did you know?" she asked, a little embarrassed.
Citrine smiled. "When I was going over your essays the other day, I saw the one called 'My Dream.' You wrote about it beautifully." The memory crushing back, and Amelia's cheeks turned bright red at Citrine's praise.
"If you really want to be an actress, Amy, I can help you," Citrine said, steering the conversation back to her point.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAmelia gave a heavy sigh. "It's not that easy. You need connections and resources just to get your foot in the door. I'm just a high school student-no agency would even consider me." She loved acting, but she knew the odds. A girl with no background or connections didn't stand a chance in that world.
They sat in silence for a moment M before Citrine suddenly asked, "Would you want to be in Innocent?" Amelia's eyes went wide. "You mean Obsidian's Innocent? The one they've been working on for years?" Citrine nodded lightly. "Yeah."
Amelia just stared, speechless.
"Citrine, that's Obsidian's passion om project. Only the biggest stars in Hollywood would even be considered. There's no way I'd have a shot."
Citrine gave a small, amused shrug. was "Well, maybe it's not as impossible as if you think you want it, I can make it happen. Do you want to try?" There was nothing playful in Citrine's eyes-she was completely serious.
Amelia realized she meant it. She nodded, hardly daring to believe it was real.
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