Chapter 49 Clean Up Your Own Mess

• Clean Up Your Own Mess
• Suddenly, Abby placed her delicate hand on the rose and crushed the flower without hesitation. The striking red rose had vanished, with only the stem and her enchanting facial features left in the frame.
• She stared into the camera's lens, grasping the crushed petals while smiling wickedly toward the camera. That girl appeared akin to an insolent and self-centered queen from the Middle Ages.