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Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

“Yes… that’s exactly it. Convincing. For your grandfather, for the world… for us.” Adrian’s hand brushed lightly over the smooth leather beside him, his fingers tapping a subtle rhythm, mirroring the cadence of her own steadying breaths. “For now,” he said, low, deliberate. “But I expect… perfection. In appearance, in behavior, in every gesture. Our story has to be seamless, believable, flawless.”

They were two equals who had survived the collision, mastered the game, and chosen to anchor their souls to one another. ​"I know it doesn't need to be perfect," Adrian whispered, his voice dropping to that low, authoritative register that used to command boardrooms, but now belonged entirely to Kai. "You broke my locks so I could finally understand that. I’m not looking for perfection anymore, Kai. I’m looking at you."

He asked me with a smile on his face, I just looked at him. "Of course I know, I'm not only great, but I'm also fabulous," I told him. "I'm perfect," I told him as I left his warm embrace. "There is no such thing as perfection," he said trying to counter my argument. "No such thing as perfection?" I scoffed at him, I placed my right hand towards my chest. "Have you met me?" I said in playful disbelief, a small laugh escaped Adrien's lips. He then walked towards me and grabbed my waist, he pulled my waist towards his rather harshly, a smirk formed both of our lips. "Aren't you becoming a little rough?" I asked him playfully.

It was done, and it was perfect. THE END