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That Kind Of Girl

Penulis: Ms. Anonymous
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TESSA

With all the chaos still unfolding inside, no one notices when I slip out. I head for the front of Dimitri’s hotel to wait for my ride, heels clicking against the pavement.

It’s colder than usual. Not that it matters — my phone starts ringing and warms me up just fine.

Mother.

Perfect. I answer, mostly because I want a reason to stay angry. And she delivers.

“Must you always be a disgrace?!” she screeches before I can say hello. “All I asked — all I asked — was that you attend Anastasia’s engagement party like a normal person! Meet a decent man! Smile, behave! And what do you do? You ruin everything! What did I do to deserve this? You’ll put me in the grave one day, I swear—!”

Oh, she’s mad mad — but not mad enough to yell in Russian. English is her scolding language when she wants to make sure I really feel it. Unfortunately for her, I’m fluent in “guilt trip.”

I close my eyes. Count to three. Then smile.

“Mother,” I say sweetly, “if you drop dead mid-tantrum, I’m the one stuck
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Nusrat Parveen
god tess you need therapy
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Yuu Iciviuja Hikaru
tessa and aaron is my fave couple right now.. i just want them to get together asap!
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Steph Pookie
I thought Theo was Aaron code name lol who is Theo, like just an online person who we never actually meet? I hope she gives Aaron a chance and find that she is worth it. And please for the love of anything good do not make her stuck with Lyle ... that would be so tragic
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  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   It’s Always Emilia

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