Betrayal for love
, staring into her grey eyes, as my chocolate ones bore into hers.
“Yes,” she whispered, “yes I will accompany you, Anthony.”
Brushing a strand of hair from her cheek,
“Good, and don't worry about clothes or shoes or none of that, a stylist in France got it covered,” I walked back to my desk leaving a very confused Megan standing there,
“Wait do you even know my shoe size or my dres...”
“Megan you wear size eight, you're a medium, with B-cup breasts,” I chuckled and roll my eyes.
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