Not A Saint

LUNA

"Hi." I greeted Dylan's secretary. I wish Dylan would go to the mall with me. Just quality time. I'm bored at home.

Her face is shocked. "M-Ma'am? Why are you here? I'm already let you into Sir Dylan's office, a. Oh, my gosh! I'm being haunted."

"W-Wait. Just calm down. I have a twin. Maybe she's the one inside."

He looked at me. "Yes? Okay, That's good. I thought I was haunted because I didn't give the beggar who asked me for a coin yesterday."

I took a deep breath. Camille made a way to talk to Dylan. I grabbed my I.D. and showed it to the secretary.

"I'm Dylan's real wife. Can I come in?" I said smiling.

The woman nodded. "All right, Ma'am."

I passed the secret table and approached the door not far away. That was a little pitiful. I heard a conversation coming from inside. I tried not to make any noise to hear their conversation.

"Dylan, I'm sorry. I'm just too choked by your love." I heard Camille's voice. And there was a throbbing throb in my chest.