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Painful Butterflies

Penulis: Maria-Grace
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ISABELLA GARCIA

I didn’t want to be shopping by myself today. I had planned to bring Cleo along, hoping to chat about her wedding plans and maybe mend things between us. But that awful fight we had changed everything. I was still upset and couldn’t bring myself to talk to her just yet.

I couldn’t believe Cleo and the others thought Enzo and me were wrong for each other. Their words stung, making me question everything.

How could they think we made a mistake being together? The hurt lingered.

I wandered away from the top section of the store, my feet dragging as I moved through rows of beautiful, stylish clothes.

The bright colors and soft fabrics surrounded me, but my heart wasn’t in it. I felt out of place, like I didn’t belong among all this beauty.

The whole reason I came to the store was to buy something special, something to lift my spirits. I needed a distraction from the fight and the doubts swirling in my mind.

Shopping was supposed to help me feel better, but it wasn’t
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