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The first time I talked to Kingston Acheves, I was nine and at church. He wore a black button up shirt with matching black slacks. And as he stood next to his father, I couldn't help but notice how pretty this boy was.
I stood there, next to my father, the Pastor, as he talked with his dad. I swished my blue summer dress around my thighs, suddenly desperate to get this pretty boy's attention."Are you always this pretty?" The question is out of my lips, my impulse control severely lacking."Ariella," I struggle to tear my gaze away from Kingston, the boy who now glowers at me like I said something wrong. But how could I be wrong? Being pretty wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing. Dad didn't seem to get that though."Ariella, apologize please. That was very rude." My father tugged my hand, forcing my attention to him, and my brows furrow. I wasn't trying to be rude though."But mommy always said it was niceRelated chapters
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