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A happily ever after. The End

... At a renowned publishing house in Asteron, Kimberly typed diligently, focused on her manuscript. Her editor had just informed her that her contest entry passed the preliminary round, and now she needed a new piece for the next stage. Hannah called. "Kimberly, check your phone. It's explosive!" Kimberly, puzzled, opened her device and saw the top trending topic with the hashtag #Siena's Private Character. Clicking in, she found a flood of scandals, retweeted by prominent producers and directors. Their line was all the same: [Immoral artist Siena Gallegos is permanently blacklisted!]

He stared at me mischievously and said, “Ssshhh…” It took me a moment to realize what movie is going to be shown. My breath caught in my throat as I saw Drew Barrymore’s name on the screen. “Ever After,” I whispered and I bit my lip to keep from crying. Because this gesture was far too touching. And it was the very last thing I expected from Travis Cross. We watched the movie in silence. Even though I almost had every scene memorized, watching it under the full moon and stars only made it so much better for me. It was perfect!

They lived happily ever after. The End

Everyone lived happily ever after. THE END

I giggle and Avery laughs with me. “Please tell me you will record that Nick,” Avery asks. “Absolutely.” “Good, I’d hate to miss that,” laughs Avery. “You ready beautiful?” “Yes, where are we going?” “Well first we are going to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. I think you’ll like it and then I am taking you to a drive in theatre.” “Really? I’ve never been to one before.” “I figured, I hope you like it.” “What’s the movie?” “It’s called Ever After. I know nothing about it but Mason assured me it’s a girly movie.”

We have found solace and joy, and we’ll live happily ever after with it. THE END.

The ammonia was suddenly just ammonia again , biting, sterile, and entirely unhelpful. I was kneeling on the marble floor of the conservatory, my hands steady, clearing the last shards of glass from the broken bottle of lemon polish. I felt nauseous, not from the chemical scent, but from the recent, sickening proximity of Ethan Grant.

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.