One Night With My Ex's Uncle

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tten had a hole in it. "This is going to sting." I remarked, looki

Miss?" Dahlia asked, c

although it was obvious on my face that ev

s, and in a minute, she had taken m

ever it got burnt." She explained, and I watched her. It must have been nice to remember her moth

en more than a mother to me. She kept the house clean, cook

hly pay, instead, being a fashion designer, I made her lots of

tatoes?" She asked,

vorite." I replied, with a

er as I stared at a photo of him smiling brightly. It

aste?" I asked Dahlia, as she moved around the

'll taste great." She replied

get fast cooking skills, then we'd be content."

ly." She remarked, and I seized the opportunity to talk about Jo

harming, handsome, a perfect gentleman, listens when I need to, and also he's romantic. Oh, Dahlia, sometimes he star

ays t

stick color, he knows! And he always makes sure to compliment me." I said, then leaned aga

ld feel... I don't know. We'd shower them with love. Oh, Dahlia, I ca

h a smile, and I rushed to them, taking out my

my consent, of course. The dress is perfect since I designed it myself, so is John's suit, and..."

't as fast as I

the house, telling Dahlia to have as much fun as she

r across my face. My fingers brushed them aside, and I began my brisk wa

lled, flaggi

called out my

and I were married, we would be

ay. It was just a lot of buildings built

ing to have one, a

ion on the road, as the traffic

es very hot, and I didn't w

an to move again. Shortly, I received a call from the interio

el

want the pink ribbon

John will be displayed. I'll send more photos in, okay? And, hmm... I'd like heart-shaped balloons hanging from the ceiling; you should know how to arrange

'll do j

call all thi

e call, so I won't miss the i

great." I said, a

se, got down, and p

He was still awake. All the lights were still on. I pr

is dining table and t

d them on the table. I went to his kitchen to check if he'd eaten, but all the dishes

ld to please me. So, he would definitely

orrecting a few things. I'd call out to him, and

ocket, and I decided to phone h

ing room for my purse. I'd claim I forgot i

k on his number whe

" I said, and bound

nd pushed it open as slowly as I could. If possible,

s soft and sounded nothing like a sound

couldn't be. I shrugged off th

steps, and raised my head with a bright smile

e bed, with a