Jonathan chuckled softly at Zee's clumsy antics.
Zee hurried toward the gate, beating on her own lips. "Stupid dirty mouth! Why on earth did I say I enjoyed it?" she muttered very softly, patting her lips.
Cindy was in her room when her phone rang. An unknown number appeared on the screen. At first, she let it ring, but the persistence forced her to give in. She tapped the answer button.
"Hello?" Cindy asked, full of caution.
"Hello... is this Cindy?" A male voice sounded, clearly straining to sound feminine.
"Yes. Who is this?" Cindy grew more suspicious.
"I'm Luna, Sella Anastasya's manager—"
"Sella Anastasya, that actress?!" Cindy interrupted quickly, instinctively sitting upright on her bed.
"Yes," the caller—Luna—replied, sounding annoyed at being cut off.
"Yes, Kak Luna. What is it?" Cindy's voice turned enthusiastic instantly.
"Do you want to be Sella's stylist?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I do!" Cindy couldn't hide her excitement.
