"Are you kidding me? I purely admire his talent and looks. You can't be unaware of how popular Young Master White is among our elite circles, right? Every time I attend a banquet with my dad, nine out of ten heiresses we meet want to marry him. But it seems the White family has no plans to arrange an engagement for him yet."
"Oh... nine out of ten want to marry him, so who's the one left? Could it be you?" Ava teased.
"Humph, of course not. Am I that shallow, girlfriend?"
Mia huffed proudly, "Men only shake my determination to pursue a career. I'm determined to be the leading lady opposite Vincent, even if I can't have him in reality; stealing a kiss in the drama is good enough."
Mentioning Vincent, Mia turned into a giggling fangirl, her expression filled with yearning and a blush of girlish infatuation. She covered her face and laughed bashfully, "I don't want to date anyone; I'm saving my first kiss for Vincent."
"..."
Ava almost gagged hearing that.
