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Apparently I'm Engaged

Author: Ethel
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-18 04:14:53

Elle.

I wake up a few hours later feeling strangely well-rested and relaxed. The effect lasts for only a second before the memories from last night crash over me in a desperate wave.

Mother fucker.

Sighing, I glance around my new bedroom. The walls, the windows then back to the walls again. Last night hadn't been a dream, my new space confirmed that.

My uncle was dead, and now I’m stuck living with the man who killed him, the same man who threatened to kill me and who I’ve spent weeks secretly fantasising about.

Could my life get any more ironic?

The image of my uncle's lifeless body comes rushing back, and I feel a familiar churning sensation in my stomach, forcing me to jerk up and dash for the bathroom.

I crouch over the toilet seat spewing up the alcohol mingled with stomach bile from last night. When I'm finished with my morning throw-up session, I groan and push down the flusher.

My throat burns and my chest aches. All probable symptoms of someone who watched her uncle
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    ElleMy wedding day comes in a blur of white lace and fleeting panic. I sit in front of the mirror of my dressing room wondering if this is still a good idea and whether or not I should run away before anyone notices I'm even gone.I don't think I ever gave much thought to my wedding. Ever since I was a child my concept of a wedding day has been disfigured. I never even considered the possibility of a day I would walk down the aisle to a man I hoped to spend the rest of my days with.But then Aaron happened.And while our deal didn't hold the stamp of eternity, somehow it led me here, to this exact moment. To this room filled with flowers, to this dress that feels both foreign and familiar against my skin and to a promise I never imagined making.The door of my dressing room bursts open, and Ava walks in, a swirl of lavender and a white lilac bouquet hanging at her side. She looks gorgeous in her bridesmaid dress. A halter neck gown with long soft layers dripping down her body.Brown

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