Romans & histoires Elizabeth Pasch Ramsey

Well looking at the elegant woman at the front I WS really surprised because I didn't expect her to come. Even the long lost Patricia had come, those silly days when we worked at Maggie's dinner. University days were at least fun with her around. My colleagues at the company and the kids I had grown up with at the orphanage had also come. At the front stood the judge waiting with Gale at the side. Maggie handed me a banquet of white peonies, I felt like asking her where she had got these but time wasn't on my side. Jennifer walked down the aisle first with a small white banquet of pink and white peonies, her gold dress swaying like the sun as she reached the end.

Now that she thinks of the past, she only feels that it is too far away, so far away that it is almost illusory. Just thinking about it, a handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her. Rachel West was startled and subconsciously backed away, but she didn't want David Kim to suddenly wrap her arms around her waist, but he said solemnly, "Don't move, you got something in your eyes." James Smith's entire face is black. From time to time, the voices of the discussions next to him crept into his ears. "Hey, that ugly woman is Linda Park's assistant, tsk tsk, what a good way to seduce people."

I wanted to scream at her that I’m not interested in her or in shares, but then I thought to gossip a little. "Rita, how is Ryan Damison as a boss?" I try to sound in a non-stalker way. “He is very... neat. I have never seen him improperly dressed. Although he looks a little scary and intimidating, he always smiles at me. I think he doesn't like touching other people as he always maintains a strict professional distance. Once I was passing by him-” This dumb fangirl is beyond help. *Cough* "Rita, I mean as a boss." I specify on the last word.

Kale POV Elizabeth Vance. The only child of the Pack General, Marcus Vance. Seventeen years old. Spoiled rotten, but somehow she had still grown into the kind of young lady everyone respected. Polished. Poised. The perfect arm candy for a dinner like this. Her hobbies were writing, reading, and other boring activities that were almost identical to Rhea’s….. My fist tightened around the file page, crinkling the edge. The photo of Elizabeth, with her blonde hair so similar to mine but green eyes instead of blue, stared back at me with a perfect smile. Perfect everything.