BIANCAWhen was the last time I felt this bubbly about… anything?Last I remember, the familiar hands of anxiety always wrapped around me whenever I stood in front of my mirror. But now, straightening the small blow on my long, thin-straooed, pink sundress, I could barely hide the smile on my face. It didn't matter how much I tried to avoid or deny admitting it. This genuinely felt like a breath of fresh air. And it was barely even romantic too. I definitely needed this. I put on some of my tasty red lipstick, then snatched one last look at my reflection before leaving my room. At the same exact moment, Max was coming upstairs and headed for his room.Something whispered to me to keep my head down, but I didn't. I looked straightforward, my dress swaying in the space, and clutched my purse tight for support. Butter traces of this morning's ordeal were still pretty vivid in my head, but I wouldn't it change my mood or mind. Rather surpsingly, Max didn't even look at me. He limp
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