Sierra Summers looked like the epitome of having "nothing left to live for."
She didn't even notice how intimately Caleb Sterling had just called her: Cecilia.
After Caleb Sterling finished those two sentences, all agreements, all the notions of allowed or not allowed, of who was fishing and who was not, vanished into thin air. What loomed over her like Mount Tai were the terrifying words "social death."
If only this world had a save point.
If she could, she would definitely go back to the moment Grandma Sterling entered, stand elegantly and gracefully beside Caleb Sterling in the most ladylike manner, and greet Grandma Sterling with poise and a smile.
Instead of losing her mind and crawling under Caleb Sterling's desk, engaging in a forced but still fake play!
If it were real...
That would be one thing.
But the truth is, she just acted stupidly for a moment, and the two of them didn't do anything!!
