Strange Happiness.

Celestine waited patiently, but the moment the doors to the prison opened, displaying Giselle rather than Tobias, her expectations fades. “Don’t look so disappointed,” The woman chided, walking into the visitor’s lounge in her full glory, giving no care whatsoever that she was in the presence of a criminal, one who had tried killing her son. “It’s rude.” Celestine frowned, her nose scrunching up in displeasure. “Why are you here?” She asked. “You know, I now see why those entertainment bastards took you in. Even I would have praised you for those acting skills,” Taking her seat in front of Celestine, a gesture the ex model did not appreciate, Giselle placed her overly branded bag on the table, and crossed her legs, a smug grin plastered on her face. “But look at you, rotting in here like a bitch, yet you have the guts to want to see my son. I wonder, do you think Tobias will be stupid enough to visit a bitch like you?” Her words, although sharp and laced with poison, were nothing more