This is the eighteenth part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part XIV, Part XV, Part XVI, and Part XVII before continuing.
“You’ll never guess who I met last night,” said Eliza
“I’m getting tired of this game,” said Angela.
“Sorry, but I don’t meet celebrities on TV so you can watch.”
“Can we just skip to the part where you tell me which amazing celebrity you met this time?”
“Really? Is he as nice as everyone says he is?”
“Of course. And charming. He paid me all sorts of compliments, even though I know they were all lies.”
“You’re the liar. You’re gorgeous and you know it.”
“How did you know he complimented my looks?”
“OK, I know you can’t see me right now, but I just rolled my eyes. I’m your best friend. I know everything there is to know about you, including the fact that you’re constantly doubting your attractiveness, but not your talent or your intelligence.”
“Oh stop. I doubt my talent all the time.”
“Only because it’s as subjective as your attractiveness and I noticed you did not deny your faith in your intelligence.”