" A woman is dangerous when armed with beauty and a sense of humour, as she becomes irresistibly attractive." - Alfredo Cano ♥
The life of Kristine La Cartier couldn't get any more interesting, but when she and her sisters attend the most prestigiou...
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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞
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𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮
The latest headline of New York Times: 'Kristine La Cartier, too young to keep up?'
"With bullshit? Probably", I murmured while scrolling down my iPad to get more of the news about me.
"You've barely touched your breakfast, Kristi", Elma frowned, pouring me a glass of orange juice. "Not in the mood for pancakes? We have waffles. Or would you like me to get chef Tibault to make you some crepes? Salmon? -"
"That's alright, tante", I smiled to her, thankful, "There's just lots distracting me this morning", I said and looked down at the endless rows of content, "Like this treacherous thing."
"Don't mind them. They can say all they like, but we both know . .", she patted my back and smiled, "That you're doing a great job."
I smiled back, insanely grateful to have someone as wise as Elma in my life. All of a sudden, Tamara barged into my room. "Let's burn New York", she raged while glaring daggers into her iPhone and I knew exactly what she has read.
Although tempting, I casually turned on her offer, "I rather not, my manicure is allergic to cinder."
"Too young to keep up with what? Bullshit?", Tamara scowled, "Fuck yes!"
I looked at her, amused, "Exactly what I thought."
"Barely a week ago they posted, 'Kristine La Cartier, the jewel of Gen Z', now this?", Tamara emphasised her annoyance with a hand gesture, " I swear, the world is bipolar."
"As if that's new", I said.
Tamara finally breathed and looked to my coffee table, occupied by various form of indulgence. "Designing while reading the news?"
I waved a hand over my sketches, not even close to completion, "Multi-tasking at it's finest."
"While eating breakfast", my sister placed her hands on her hips and looked at my un-touch food, "Not in the mood for pancakes? That's a first."
Elma chuckled and I just stared at Tamara, plainly. "As you can tell, I was too distracted to eat."
"Don't mind me then", she excused and cut herself a bite of pancakes. Tamara hummed in satisfactory, "I can't believe I got waffles. Do we have milk?", she asked while chewing and I chuckled.
