𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴.ೃ༄🌊 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭

.𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘦🌊

🌊🐚🦪

After giving out presents, Celine wanted to go to the giant giant Christmas tree in the middle of the city.

Celine stared at the massive tree in awe, holding her boyfriends' hands. "Wow, isn't it so beautiful?"

"Not as beautiful as you," Nathaniel smooches her cheek while Marc kissed her other one, making her giggle.

She stopped when she saw a billboard above on a building. On the screen of the board was Lila in a velvet hooded Christmas dress holding pretty ornaments. Beside her was the words, 'IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!', in red lobster font.

Marc and Nathaniel saw what Celine was looking at and scowled.

"Just look at that b*tch up there, she doesn't even look good in that dress, you would've looked much more sexier in it," Marc tells Celine.

"Maybe I would've. I really wanted to do the Christmas photoshoot since me and Lila were supposed to do it together, but of course, she wanted all the spotlight to herself, and I couldn't do anything about it since she still has our secret." Celine frowns, looking between the boys.

"Maybe you should find another occupation," Nathaniel suggested. "Something that Lila can't do."

"Like... singing?" Celine asks.

"Exactly! You're voice is beautiful, Celine, you should show it off. I bet that sk*nk Lila can't sing better than you, nor can she sing at all." Marc smirks.

"You really think people would like my singing?" Celine inquires.

"Are you kidding? They'd adore you. And if there are people out there who think your singing's bad, f*ck them, they're just jealous they can't sing like you, Seashell." Nathaniel tells his girlfriend, tucking her hair behind her ear, causing her to blush.

"Are you serious?!!" A woman's voice yells just then.

The throuple turned to see an older woman glaring at a sheepish young woman with glasses.

"What do you mean she's not coming? I paid that girl a lotta cash to sing!" She says.

Celine let go out Marc and Nathaniel's hands, deciding th approach the situation, and her boyfriends followed behind her.

"S-She said she got a sore throat after practicing yesterday," The young woman explains.

"Are you serious? So I paid her for nothing?!" The older woman growls in irritation, kicking the snow.

"Excuse me," Celine politely interjects. "What's going on?"

"Clara Nightingale isn't coming to perform a Christmas song because she has a sore throat," The young woman explains.

"Clara Nightingale? The famous singer? I love her music." Celine smiles.

"Yeah, well, you're not gonna hear her sing tonight, nor will anyone else." The older woman shakes her head.

"Oh," Celine was disappointed. "Well is there anything we can do?"

"Unless you can sing, there is nothing you can do, kid." The older woman responds.