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my two mates answer me, making my heart melt with love, this is perfect, our perfect life. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story! Love Cinderella.

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they replied. “Does it have a name?” I asked, needing a clue about what I was looking for. “The spell will find you,” the individual replied. I sat there, saying nothing. How the hell would the spell find me?!? Before I could ask anything more, there was a flash on the screen, and then the words, “Do not look for me; I will find you.”.

“Hopefully, it won’t be long.” XXX

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Only one text immediately caught my attention. Unknown Number I hope you're happy now. I hope yes to make the most of the destruction of my life. I'll see you when I see you.

"Ah, little one... I hope you're fucking ready for me to wreak havoc on your fucking perfect, little soul because now that I've found you, I'm not fucking letting you go..." I close the message without waiting for a reply.

Sarah nodded. "It's absolutely you." Emma laughed as she wiped away a tear. "Roman isn't going to know what hit him." Daisy looked at herself in the mirror again. For a long moment she didn't say anything. Then she smiled. A quiet... Certain... Happy smile. "I found it." Across the city, Roman's phone buzzed. A message from Harper. She found the dress. Roman smiled to himself. Then slipped his phone back into his pocket. "You look suspicious." Noah said.

Meanwhile, Sophia was still looking gleefully at me. She had said, "Serves you right for putting on that hardworking front. What are you going to research now, huh?" I had retorted, "You idiot! Do you know what's inside the test tubes? Those are virus samples of a highly contagious disease! You'll be put behind bars!" Sophia had looked panicked briefly. She didn't believe it at first, but when she saw my stern expression, she had decisively grabbed the rag on the table and held it tightly against my nose and mouth.

] My fingers stiffened as I scrolled down. Last holiday, Jess had told me she had to work overtime on a last-minute project, pulling an all-nighter. On Sonny's feed, there were two intertwined hands, fireworks lighting up the riverside behind them. On the woman's wrist was a small red mole—one I knew all too well. On the last Valentine's Day, Jess had said her best friend was heartbroken and needed company. Sonny had posted a photo of two movie tickets—Before Sunset—with the caption: [Watching an old film with the one I love.]