A Marriage of Convenience
Her eyes moved between James and me.
The corner of my lip curled into a smirk, and I spun the ring on my left hand. Her eyes spotted the movement, and I could see she was fighting a snarl.
“James, what is this about?” she fluttered her stupid, perfect lashes at him, tilting her head to the side for a dramatic effect.
Everything about her was flawless, even after being trapped in a coma for years. Her long, dark hair remained straight and shiny. Her porcelain skin was flawless, void of wrinkles, acne, or freckles. Her body somehow maintained perfection, despite only moving when I manipulated it over the years.
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