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a's

hone as I stormed into my apartment. "Today I di

on the other en

y betrothed me without my consent?! Who the hell does that, Stella?!

n. "Girl, I always knew shit was wrong with you

my ear. Grabbing a handful of my golden blonde hair, I hissed through my teeth. "

arents are bat shit crazy. Always knew that anyway. I

ot helpi

h glee. Stella loved being right. "You asked for it, woman. Told you being all prim and proper

overreacting? How else was I supposed to react when my parents told

told me throu

was right. Th

you engaged to a man you've never met is

confused.

g for yourself, girl, Or next thing you know,

cisions without involving me at all. They had decided what school, what colleg

y parents on the wall. A stone-faced blonde

all my life. Lived nineteen good years, focused on my books alone. He

eyes and I bl

ssed to some rich boring guy. On the brighter side, you can

dn't want to marry someone I didn't know

grumbled, sitting up on the sofa. "I am d

girl! We could hit the clubs and get

ds horrifying. And it'

u dare ch

ng out a notepad and a pen. "I'm not chickening out. I just

Sexy? You wouldn't know the fi

my biggest secrets. And considering I wasn't much

be told how to pla

told a dumbass joke. "This can't

rence," I said, holding up

involves you fuckin

on my notepad and giggled. "Maybe. I hav

in a monotone voice. "A list? Did you make a list

ut will you? I'll

the moment," Stella grumbled, sou

hen," I giggled,

s was my first time doing some

raved everyone was, and sent it off to Stella's mail. Perhaps I woul

my feet, and trudged to the bedroom. After a long shower and while shoving d

rything would be fine. There was no need for making drastic decisions like fuc

hudder that wracked through me. I knew I shouldn

he escape from my dirty thoughts, I lunged for

yes widening in shock.

n over and over again, shame a

quite an interesting

list to Ste

so sent it to someone

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