Marriage of Deception
God might know how many of them were related to me or my family, I feared.
Lauren wasn’t hard to miss. She was the only one at this party who carried a bright red outfit, while the others easily blended into the wall with their white fabric on their bodies. She was there, standing near the end of the room talking with a figure whom I couldn’t recognize, but, looking at Lauren’s smile and eyes that were hardly open, I wrote the fact that she was under the influence of a great amount of hard liquor.
I walked toward her, and only then did I see the one person she was having a giggling conversation with. It was the greatest asshole the world had ever seen, Jonathan Stephens. One after another, a
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