Novel & Cerita Christmas Matching Pfp

the tagline teased. The screen lit up with a new SparkMatch notification. New match: Jax. She opened the app before she could talk herself out of it. His profile picture loaded first — a gym mirror selfie, black tank top stretched tight over his chest, sweat making the fabric cling to every ridge of his abs. Dark hair messy and damp, hazel eyes looking straight at the camera with that easy, cocky half-smile that said he knew exactly how good he looked. Bio underneath: “Gym rat seeking coffee dates & late-night adventures. Tell me your go-to order and I’ll judge you lightly”

“Someone suggested a matchmaking festival in Ireland for you to join in the comment section. The reason is definitely to help you move on and meet your love. Then all of your followers voted for this idea. Accidentally, I opened the new message sent by Eudaimonia in our inbox this morning – sorry, Bea. I know it’s your responsibility. But! They approved of the idea and would like to make it the first project of you being its ambassador.” Everybody knew about Annaliese's dating life. She might be just a travel vlogger, but in today's generation's definition, she was an internet celebrity. Not to mention how she had always got her own spotlight everywhere she went. Many of them talked about he

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the photo again. I stared for a long time. The woman did not change. She stayed frozen in time, trapped inside that old image. But the more I looked at her, the heavier my chest felt. She had my face. It was a perfect match. The same eyes stared back at me. The same curve of the lips. The same sharp yet soft line of the cheekbones. Even the way her gaze carried a quiet sadness felt familiar. The only difference was her hair. It was blonde. It was a pale and almost silver shade. It was pulled back neatly. Everything else was me.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

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Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

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