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I don't know how I am going to spend this month without her beside me. I opened my social media page to post her picture. In the picture she was laughing heartfully blocking her face with her right hand as her head little thrown back and her hairs were flying in the air. Her face had that lively amusement enhancing the sight of her. "Angelic girl ", I muttered captioning it ' The real nymph in the woods of Pawna lake ' I smiled and hit the post button . Then I immediately greeted by Priya's post about love birds ,even she captioned it 'My love birds '

There it was, Sophia's picture on Fenty's page, shoulders completely bare, lips painted in the deepest shade of red and lipstick in between her lips. Oh wow. I looked up at Sophia and she was drinking from her water bottle with a little smile playing on her face and she was also looking at the picture. "Wow. Sophia. When did this happen? You did not even tell us!" Kunle exclaimed, his tone full of awe and grudging respect. "Guys, this is the main deal. Don't scream." Aminah talked-shrieked again and we all stopped talking as she slide her phone's screen to the next picture.

I smile at myself I later saw a picture she snapped alone, she look so stunning in her pink grown. I saved it. **rosapearl** to be continue

I picked up his phone and the next thing I saw knocked breath out of my lungs for a second. It was a post of Ariana's on I*******m. She had a bright yellow one handed top on, paired with denim pants, her hair was let down with a center parting that accentuated her round face. She was bare of make up but she still looked so beautiful. She was barefoot and from the looks of things, she took the picture at our bedroom's balcony. The first picture was her facing the camera with a big smile that showed off her perfect dentition, the other was a selfie with one hand on the railing and then when I slid to the last slide, there was Snapchat video of her and Fiona making goofy faces and smiling.

“Yes! Of course.” Anna took out her phone from her pocket and took a selfie with Tentin. Then she gave Tentin her phone and asked him to take us photos. We took up to twelve pictures with different poses before Tentin dropped her a business card, and we headed out of the store with my new iPhone. I was in the middle of creating an I*******m account when Tentin scoffed suddenly. “I can't believe she was flirting with you.” “What?” I asked. I was typing my I*******m username as honeypie03.

The night my wedding fell apart, my sister, Jocelyn Lawson, posted a family photo from her graduation on social media. She was flanked by our parents and brother, while my fiance stood behind her, holding a bouquet like a steadfast guardian. Her smile looked dazzling at the center of it all. Her caption was simple but stung like a barb. "The favorite never has to wait." The glow of my phone screen lit up my face. A hollow ache settled in my chest—not anger, but a bone-deep weariness.