"When I was your age, I didn't take care of my skin at all because I listened to the online crap that I only need to start taking care of my skin when I am twenty-five, which led to me, now, having really bad skin."
"Me too, me too, Miss Mason, you are really wise to start skincare early, like us, we were really victimized by those bullshit words on the internet."
The two female influencers spoke.
Camille said with a smile, "What with all the talk of not needing to start skincare until you're twenty-five, it does harm to a lot of people."
The two female influencers nodded heavily in agreement.
It was at this time that the door to the private room was, once again, pushed open.
Mariam walked in wearing an aqua blue silk halter dress.
The hemline of the dress, which is above the knee, reveals two slim calves and slender feet on silver high heels, which at a glance is a feast for the eyes.
With her high ponytail, light make-up and purity under her eyes, she looks like a limited edition doll in a fancy window display.
Beautiful, pure and noble.
"Didn't you say you weren't coming? Why are you here?" Abel asked, looking at Mariam dotingly.
Mariam smiled and walked to Camille, sitting on the arm of Camille's chair, and opened her mouth.
"I was quite bored at home, so I came over here. Mainly, didn't you say Camille was here? I'd like to come and play with Camille. I'm afraid Camille is bored here."
Camille naturally leaned her head against Mariam, looked up at her perfect jawline and said, "You are indded my best friend."
Mariam smiled at her words.
Two girls of a similar age come together and make each other feel comfortable, even if it's just a few simple words.
"Wow. Mr. Mccall, is this your sister? So pretty."
"Today, I've seen what it means to be a doll-like girl."
There were two actresses began to look at Mariam and flattered her.
Mariam just smiled, "Thanks."
Beyond that, she had nothing more to say.
"Mariam, come to play truth or dare." At the corner of the sofa, a male rich youngster waved towards her.
He was wearing a large white baggy t-shirt with black trousers and a worldwide limited editionred sneakers valued multi-million.
Those shoes, in the light, looked tawdry.
In his arms, he also holding a young woman who is a rising star in the entertainment industry.
Beside him, there were three male rich youngsters in total, and all three of those, too, had their own female companions with them, all popular celebrities.
Those three, however, were not as good looking as he was.
He has a somewhat European look, with deep eye sockets and three-dimensional features.
He has a short haircut and an overall air of untamedness, and just sitting there, he looks gangly.
"How do you play it?" Mariam asked with interest.
"Come here and I'll tell you." the rich youngster added.
His name is Harrison.
Rather than being a rich second generation, he is a noble third generation.
His grandfather was also one of the first official, and had only one son, his father.
His dad wasn't interested in his family's position, and then went into business.
With his connections, his father made a name for himself and managed to make a business into a global top 100 in over thirty years.
And what about Harrison?
This man is as rebellious. After graduating from a prestigious university abroad, he insisted on not taking over his father's business.
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