Chapter 9. Ella, the Stalker

It was almost noon when I finish sketching yet another Brice's perfect face. And remembering what Ann said yesterday, I decided to be the stalker that I am and snapped the sketch and post it on my Insta page.

And being a true stalker and fangirl I tagged Brice's account and his fan page. Ann was the first to comment with lots of emojis and praise my impeccable sketching skill.

My creative juice seems to flow easily when my Insta notification buzzed, I put down my brush and peeked at my phone. I almost knocked down my easel when I saw that Brice commented on my sketches. He never commented, not ever, he would like my posts but never comments on any of them.

"Ella, are you okay? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"A miracle to be precise!" I shouted like a deranged woman waving my phone.

"Huh?"

"My honey bun bun, he commented on my Insta post!" I showed it to Gemma and she slowly shook her head.

"You're going on a date with him tonight