Will You Marry My Groom?
I strutted to her, taking a seat beside her.
"Gosh, I missed you little rascal." I ruffled her dark blonde hair that was always dyed in black so she could elevate her gothic look.
She immediately slapped my hand away with a dangerous growl.
Though Mom had insisted on not giving birth to another child, she accidentally got pregnant with Nikita and gave birth to her when I was 12, naming her after two of Mom's very good friends.
It was really weird how this accidental child turned out to be so rude, mean, gothic, crazy, arrogant, disrespectful, and the only person that could make me feel the happiest every time by doing absolutely nothing.
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