Samara drank some wine last night, and when she went back, she called a driver.
Early in the morning, Gisselle's call rang earlier than the alarm clock.
"What's wrong?"
It was not even eight. Gisselle really loved life.
"Samara! You are popular! The video we performed last night was posted on the Internet. Now the hot search is all about you, and many people want you to perform. My treasure girl is finally shining!"
Samara walked to the window and raised her hand to open the curtain. When she heard Gisselle's words, she frowned slightly and said with some disapproval, "Is the word 'finally' right?"
Gisselle, who was excited on the other side of the line, was stunned. "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you were popular long ago."