Aleah had thought that Cierra would pathetically hang out with punks.
She did not expect that Cierra could be so glorious.
How could this be?
How could Cierra, this bitch, be so good-looking?
How could Cierra become more beautiful than herself?
Aleah was so jealous that her face turned green and white, but she still restrained herself in front of outsiders and forced out a smile.
"Isn't this my sister? Why are you here? Oh right, I forgot that you have been kicked out of my family by my mother. I can't call you sister anymore. So, Miss...?"
Cierra ignored how mean Aleah was and maintained a smile. "I work here. Is there anything that Ms. Boyle is dissatisfied with about the dishes in L'Opera Restaurant? If you make any beneficial suggestions, it's on the house."
"You work here?"
Aleah was surprised.
Instead of being jealous, Aleah was gloating over Cierra's poor condition.