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Maria Tough dive
It was in situations like this that nighttime seemed to pass by fast. In a blink of an eye, the sun was up and blazing screaming for Maria to get off her bed and do something that matters. She sat up with her blanket still covering half of her body and a frown obvious on her face, she had agreed to meet Jackson at ACE last night, they won't be going together — not a good thing — but maybe not seeing him for a while would give her breathing space, the same breathing space she had hoped for last night before collapsing onto her bed like mashed potatoes. Her temple throbbed for no reason and waves of nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, Maria threw a tantrum, falling on her back and throwing her legs in the air like it made her life any better or easier. Then again, she signed up for this, and hopefully, the pros would outweigh the cons. Since she had taken the first step, she might as well hammer the rest of it perfectly — no room for mistake, especially now that Mrs. Jone
Maria Even more lies
The elevator rise came with a stinging silence—harsh, painful, and loud enough to make Maria cling to the other end of it like she would burn if she took another step closer to where Harry was. She wasn't sure whether to spring up a conversation or just go along with it, he said nothing either. His indifference was killing her, but the least she could do was try to understand the reason he acted that way. Other people would have done worse—she had hurt him and betrayed his trust, the worst of it all was that she couldn't tell him the reason behind all this—even an explanation would seem absurd. The elevator clicked to a stop and they both got us, she did first cause he motioned towards the door as soon as they pried open. He walked behind her more like a bodyguard than a friend. She drew a deep breath as she sighted Jackson seated Higgins and Sean through the demarcation glass, her shoe became unnecessarily heavy once more."You got this, Maria. You got this." She muttered d to herse
Maria Love?
"Dinner? I thought your mother said pretty soon, like in a fairly distant future, I didn't realize it was going to be this fast," she didn't successfully hide her protest as she had wanted to. She would have preferred moping the ocean to going to dinner at the Jones."She's happy, excited even to meet you, and that's the point of all of this. She's the reason this deal exists in the first place." He responded with a little harshness embedded in his tone. Somehow, it seemed to put Maria back on track, reminding her of the reasons they had adopted this method in the first place. He continued, "but she isn't the one who suggested this dinner, it's my father. This is the last piece in order to make the story complete."Oh wow. If Jackson had looked closely enough, he would have seen her mouth agape and her eyes burning with dread. She gulped."Okay, okay. Let's get this over with," she pushed the sliding door that led outside open, "you're driving.""Why?" His brow raised in confusion,
Maria Unearthing.
Her words had been like a heater on a cold night, spreading waves of warmth to the iciest parts of him, he was left in such a daze that he couldn't manage to maintain eye contact, he already felt his disguise slipping. For a brief moment, he had believed her, forgetting that all of this was a sham, merely a sham. Why was she so good with words? Why was her deception sweet enough to almost cost him his defense? Jackson slowly lifted his hand from Maria's, feigning full concentration on his father when, in reality, the words he spoke floated by his eyes and deep into the unknown. He stole a quick glance at her from the corner of his eyes, and he was relieved to see the tension lifted from her face. Maria had been nervous, as expected of anyone within their right senses, to talk with his parents — he'd be too if he were in her shoes. It was at that moment it hit him that he had never once asked about her parents, relatives, or even friends, anyone at all that would be affected b
Maria Battleline?
The smile on his face completely vanished as soon as he talked. The look he had on him was quick to tell Jackson that it was something serious, and whatever it is, he had to let it out. Jackson poured Harry a glass of whiskey and for himself, he got a can of soda. Alcohol, he was convinced, is his worst enemy. In one heavy gulp, the glass of whiskey was emptied by Harry and he poured another, downing it at a go. Jackson was surprised, Harry hadn't appeared to be a heavy drinker. He and Alcohol couldn't ever be found in the same sentence. This, this was different and weirdly disturbing."Take it, easy man, are you okay though?" He attempted to snatch the glass from Jackson's iron grip, but he yeeted, stretching his arm further away from Jackson's grip. "I am okay, I am okay," his words had begun to slur. Harry was just another man who had no tolerance for alcohol like Jackson, but he handled it better. Harry's brows furrowed and his angular jaw clenched, the stare in his
Maria Official
Maria lay on her bed, completely eaten up by the thoughts of what had happened the day before. That question was the eye clearer she needed to realize she bore no connection with anyone in the world, she was all alone, a chess piece in a huge game of scramble. How awfully unfamiliar that felt. The only person she could mention she had severed their connections in the hopes of becoming something bigger, something better. Maria thought if her craving for relevance was what drove her, or if her passion was driven by the insatiable urge to be seen. It was on days like this that getting out of bed was tasking, and she had no interest in performing any tasks, so she slept there, allowing the thoughts to drift her farther away. Thinking about who her parents were had always ended with the notion that they weren't alive, but what if they were? What if both or one were alive somewhere living their best lives with no thought of the poor kid that was dumped in the orphanage? What if the reason s
Maria A day to Mrs. Jones.
"What? That's absurd. How could bring up having a wedding out of the blue?" She yeeted from underneath it, giving a reasonable amount of distance between them, to catch her breath and hope her blood-flushed face returned to its normal color. He chuckled, making fun of her action but deliberately ignoring her words. Jackson returned to his initial seat like his aim had been reached."Hello...lover boy?" She waved, almost slapping him across the face, "listen to me, okay? What do you mean by 'wedding' and 'tomorrow' in the same sentence?""You look as red as a tomato right now, are you sure you won't fall in love with me before our contract ends?" He teased, feigning ignorance to her questions. "You're so full of yourself," her eyebrows furrowed, "if I were to fall in love with anyone, it most definitely won't be you...cause you are not my type, okay?" She watched his brow raise in a question, "Don't- don't ask me what my type is 'cause I don't know yet...I'm just sure it couldn't
Maria Compromised.
"Hi, I'm Maria and I'm getting married today," To the mirror before her, Maria said as she tucked her hair away, not sure of what to do with it. It was finally D-day to finally seal the contract. Nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, but she only had herself — she was her support system. In about thirty minutes, she'd be headed to Jackson's, and just like he had indicated in the text he sent, it was nothing extravagant, all they had to do was recite the fake vows and hit the nail on the bull's eyes. The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered.Maria felt less and less enthusiastic as she fell on her back, lying straight up with urgent eyes rummaging through the ceiling. There were times when she almost faltered, wondering if all of this was worth the struggle, and there were times when she felt like she really couldn't go on anymore, but she knew she had to, she'd come this far already. She styled her hair into a quick ponytail
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