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ide table. That right there...is my lifeline. It's the only thing in this entire wor

ched out and grabbed it before rolling over on the bed

's been calling me nonstop since three days ago. I didn't want to hear her rant on and on about me not contacting her so I texted her yesterday and told he

new comments on the photo I posted yesterday with a pleased smile...the endless compliments I receive every second of the day is m

made my way over to my walk-in closet. I pulled it open and looked around slowly, letting my eyes take the pleasure of

eauty. If it wasn't such an outrageous act, then I'd even pain

down the stairs. As I descended, I couldn't help but notice that it was unusually quiet. If I remember

ed the bottom of the stairs and low voices

the p

I looked at Harry expectantly but his lips remained pursed as he stiffened. I shifted my gaze to Katie (Harry's gir

ously hiding s

stretched across the table, grabbing the wine glass that someone had a

"I guess you're finally tired of having a thir

s throwing a birthday party next month, I was

all

ld see it on his face. If they thought they could have fun without me t

oisily settled the glass down on the table, discontinuing my act. "Come on

appy to hear it," Katie told me

dened. "You mean Layla.

ed a bit. "..

ound of her name placed me in a VERY bad moo

and Nathalie's throwing a welcome party for her. We..

covered the table. "She's moving back here? Why?!" They shrugged and I wri

hed, a tiny pinch of irritation in his eyes that an

ng that. "People don't change, my friend...they

ime it's different

.." I leaned over the table and attempted to cle

eyes. "She's m

ven count as a joke." I expected them to show some sort of reaction...anything to put my mind at

ear he's rich," Katie informed. "

id Layla snatch a rich guy? I can't believe this. Layla's no

queezed through my te

buying the larges

egan turning until everything clicked and my eyes wide

s the

uth d