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Thirty

The whole shop was silent. Natasha was holding her Champagne mid sip staring wide-eyed at Miranda. Her mum looked horrified, and Chloe…well. Miranda didn’t have to wait long to find out how she was feeling.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Within a fraction of a second, Chloe was launching herself at Miranda. Clear intent to use her stiletto shaped acrylics to gouge out her older sisters’ eyes. Miranda was unusually quick however, and dodged her sister's attack, the dress she was holding crashing to the ground.

The sound of her mum’s voi

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Miranda is starting to get on my nerves with this self-pity shit. And feeling extra guilty for standing for what she want. GIRL!! Be the grown woman your are and own your shit
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