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Once she was sure she looked normal, she finally got out of the car, the cake secured in her arm. Her lips curled up as she imagined Marco's excitement when he finally got to eat some sweet stuff. He loved them.

I said with a small laugh. Sophie groaned. “It would have been better. He’s stuck with me forever and that’s so unfortunate.” “What?” I giggled, holding back my laughter. “Hi, I’m Monalisa. And you?” The boy smirked proudly. “I’m Mum’s favourite. Max.” “Pretty Max,” I said with a teasing smile. “You’re cute.” His cheeks reddened. “Thank you,” he replied shyly, grinning at me. “Nah… Joshua would have thrown a fit if I had called him cute,” I chuckled at the thought, shaking my head softly. For a moment the room felt lighter.

I replied and he gave me a soft kiss on my hand. "My mom was just as supportive and hardworking. She was working three jobs at a time after dad died and yet she still had time for us. It must've been the reason why she had a hard time battling cancer, she never had time to rest. I just wish I could've helped her more than I did." Alex said, whispering the last part as he gently traces the veins on my hand. "How about your mom? How come I never saw her yet?" He asked.

Alice Pov "Congratulations, Alice! You are now a free citizen," Jana teasingly said to me with a smile as my grandmother left with Dindi and Dustin. Grandma Emilia was furious when she left. She didn't even give me a chance to explain to her. She quickly believed in what her eyes saw and Dindi already brainwashed her. In her anger, Grandma disowned me and stripped me of my inheritance in her company. I didn't bother to explain to her anymore because I could see the anger in her eyes, and I was sure that my clever cousin had already brainwashed her mind.

Absorbing all the details of my current surrounding. The fact that this party had been held just for me sinking in deeper. I had totally forgotten that today was my birthday. I had been so overwhelmed with the grief of loosing my mother, that I had forgotten what true happiness felt like. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mira move closer to me. Before crouching down to my level, in front of me. She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the sound of clicking heels. Which I hate to say, was drawing nearer.

Though she tried to hide it, she too was feeling some kind of uncertainty. "Mara I saw your picture" her mum let out a deep breath. "Mum you have my pictures everywhere in the house" Mara shook her head as if her mother just said something very silly. "No, I am not talking about that. I saw your picture somewhere else…I saw your picture in the least place I expected" her mum continued to speak and this time she had gotten her daughter's attention. "And where could that possibly be. If it's on a billboard then we have to go and get our money from them. It isn't easy being famous yuuno?" Mara kept on blabbing and her mum just shook her head horizontally at the gullibility of her daughter.

“Mom,” Cassius called gently. “What? Am I not allowed to say the truth? It's just as if she had been expecting her fiancé to die so she could latch onto you. I told you to be wary of her. She isn't the kind of person you think she is.” “Because she killed Poocco, Loocco, and Moocco?” Kira interrupted her, her voice tinged with sarcasm. “Mom, you have done something far worse than that.”

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The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High. Yeah! Today is my lucky day. Not! This was their usual hang out spot and they also kept mistreating Makaila whenever she was the one waiting their table. They all sat on the big table and one of the Jocks yelled for a waitress. Makaila made her way to their table. "Awww look, It's our favourite weirdo. How revolting." One of the cheerleaders, Cassandra scoffed. Makaila ignored what she said and brought out her note pad.

The vault of the bone room was decorated by a beautifully large fresco depicting angels and what I assume is heaven called Triumph of Souls and Flying Angels. We walked a while observing the architecture of the city until we came across an eerie wall of dolls erected to promote awareness of violence against women and children. The mural was quite poignant and gruesome, commanding attention to the issue. I felt tears prick up in my eyes the longer I looked at the mural for each doll hanging represented a woman or child who had died at the hands of violence. Pictures, names, and crosses were also on display making it all feel very real. Julie couldn’t bear to look at it any longer and turned t