Chapter 5 The Lie of a Socialite

Author:Bian Ju Su Cheng Ying

When I went home at Christmas, my mum pressed me to find a boyfriend.

In the sight of my mum, I was a twenty-six-year-old and ordinary-looking woman, who did not have a good job and always played with my phone every day.

She was so worried about my future.

But she didn't know that I had already changed six or seven rich boyfriends.

Every time I left resolutely, they would always hold me in their arms and beg me not to break up with them.

With poor imagination, my mum would never think about another diamond-like splendid world while she was living a hard life.

And the way I embraced this world was to pretend to be a socialite.

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To take some beautiful photos for my travel along the sea, I flew through almost half of the Azercia with my girlfriend, Emily Parker, and finally arrived at Braverse.

I had to take some new photos because we had no old photos left to post on our blogs. Selfies and photos of pets would not attract our fans anymore.

Emily was very comfortable sitting on the bench in a bikini. She was chatting with her boyfriend while playing games with her male friends. She was better than me at time management.

When the sun sinks over the horizon, she was still luring these men there. I was a bit hurried and said, "Come on! The sun is going down. We must hurry up, or we can't take the photos today."

"Ok. Ok." Emily replied and took up the camera. "Go there. I will take your picture."

We were at a swimming pool in a luxury hotel named Medison.

We picked this hotel from the others, which was so expensive that we could only afford one night. We had to leave immediately before 12 p. m. in the next day and then went to another cheap hotel with heavy luggage.

We chose this hotel for its outdoor swimming pool. We had seen other bloggers' photos of this quite nice place. With the light of the sunset coming through the bamboo grove, a feeling of luxury and elegance quietly rose.

But such beautiful light could only last a few minutes as it gradually disappeared with the sunset.

So that both of us climbed up and down in a few minutes taking photos, and almost dropped into the water.

When it was Emily's turn to take photos, and I was looking for a proper position to place the camera, a wind came over me and I felt a little cold.

Fortunately, we got it. But it was very late.

We hurriedly put on the clothes, returned to the hotel, applied completed cosmetics, and deliberately wore the slip dress designed for taking pictures. We were going to BBQ on the beach.

Both Emily and I were ordinary looking, but after applying the cosmetics, we looked very pretty. When we were on the beach, we had no time to eat but kept looking for the proper light and postures and took photos.

Of course, it was necessary to show those luxuries unintentionally, such as a part of the Prada bag and the Cartier necklace on my neck.

As for Emily, she wore an extremely expensive watch on purpose. All of these luxuries were gifted by our boyfriends. We had a chat group, in which we borrowed those luxuries, which had already been taken photos of, to and from each other. So we seemed like having different kinds of luxuries every day.

Both Emily and I had accounts on the Internet. We shared our lives and pretended to be socialites to catch the others' eyes. In brief, we were the internet celebrity.

But we were different from ordinary internet celebrities, who set up accounts only for taking advertising, like electric toothbrushes.

We had a clear purpose, to lure the men.

My current boyfriend, Westbrook Franklin, was very generous and he had a nice and lovely personality, like a puppy. However, I was busy traveling and taking photos so I hadn't seen him for a long time.

The ornaments and bags he gave me as gifts had already appeared in my previous photos. So, I had to search for help from Emily and borrowed her bag and necklace.

I was so hungry after taking the photos and all the tourists had left. Only Emily and I stayed, eating hungrily and looking at the phone.

Finally, I picked nine photos that I was most satisfied with from hundreds of photos. I tried my best to make these photos more beautiful and then wrote a carefully designed paragraph on the blog.

@ Celia Taylor: "Coming to Braverse for an important meeting and Getting Promoted again! It was busy in the morning, and let's have a meal with sisters! Loving the bag in P3."

After posting the blog, I put down the phone tiredly.

It was evening, and the wind from the sea was a little bit cold which made me cough.

Suddenly I felt my arm itchy. I was so attentive writing the blog that I didn't feel that before even if my right hand continued tickling my left arm.

The light was dark. I raised my left arm and observed it. There were some small rashes on my arm, which looked like prickly heat, but worse, they were so many and tightly arranged, making me feel terrible.

I was scared and said, "Emily, help. What are these?"