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Chapter 9

Kayla Santino.

Fuck. I pull on my hair in frustration.

This person must be in this house. There is no way my grandpa came from Italy with that note in the cookies.

This must be someone from this house and I will find out who.

Starting with planting secret cameras in my room.

They will regret messing up with me, no matter what their reasons are.

I toss the cookies away because I can't eat them anymore.

Who knows, maybe they got them poisoned.

I furiously march out of my room to the Thomas's. I need to start seeking answers.

I open the door without knocking to find him watching tv, relaxed like he is not making my life miserable.

Am sure you put that note in my cookies and here you are pretending as if nothing happened, I grit out internally glaring at him.

"You want anything princess" motherfucker acts startled.

I know he knew I was coming.

Fuck face. Wait until I have evidence. We're going to have a very long interesting talk.

"Yes, I forgot to buy heels to go with my dress, plea
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wcha
that was too easy
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Gia
Stairs… not stares. Doesn’t writers research on proper english to write novels en books to a english speaking/reading audience? I am so sorry, just the way I am specially if you ask me to compensate per chapter.
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