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"So, um, any choice of songs for a prom night at the Kreep house?" My gaze skimmed over my form. "I'm covered in chocolate," I hesitated, and he shot me a look of pure do-you-seriously-think-I-care. "Ed's Perfect would be great I guess." West groaned. "I knew it! You are so predictable sometimes, Aditi. I know nobody thinks this, but Perfect is so fucking overrated. But I shall comply with the 'Ed' part of your wish, m'lady," he bowed ridiculously, tapping his phone once. A beautiful guitar strum started coursing through the small room, followed by Ed's emotion-evoking voice.

"No problem with that." Soon, we were in the first facing the television scrolling through N*****x, Prime video for a movie to watch with no decision made after an hour. "Let's just watch something old." Sarah suggested. "I vote pitch perfect." Zoë said and we ladies immediately nodded in agreement. "No" Dylan said as he groaned. "Yes." I whined mimicking his tone.

“Differently how?” “Spin it,” she said. “You’re not just a thug running for President. You’re a father, a fighter. People eat that up. I’ll frame it right—give you a shot with the crowd.” Jeremy snorted. “You think I need your polish? I’m winning this raw.” “You’re bleeding votes raw,” Sheila said. “Polls say half the country loves you, half wants you hanged. My show can tip that scale. Take it or leave it.”

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

It started with sincere love and kindness because doing such things costs you nothing. Thanks to Mr. Stephen, people like him made me a princess overnight. And those that had given up on love, destiny, family and hope... I've come to realize that nobody is left behind. No matter how perfect, or imperfect you think you are. I want you to know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED. Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same. There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman bei

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

"The group chat, the watch, and even the piano were all part of the act," Benjamin said. He pointed toward the other side of the stage. The curtain slid back to reveal a brand new white grand piano standing in silence. My initials, C.B., were engraved on its body. I was completely at a loss for words. It turned out that the group chat called "Happy Family" was a planning group, and the contact that was saved as "sweetheart" was me. The words that had cut me so deeply were scripted in advance for this day.

he gave me the invitation card, “Will you go?” When I read the invitation card, I narrowed my eyes. “Kurt Huonan, not his twin?” “Yes.” I scoffed, “That lad really has the nerve. Fine, let’s see how he hosts this party. Otherwise, terminate the contract between me and his father.” “Yes.” *

“Chloe.” My heart sank at the name. Not long ago, a package addressed to "Chloe" had arrived at our house. Inside was a limited-edition set from Victoria’s Secret. I asked Liam about it. He didn’t even glance at it. He just tossed the package in the trash, his face perfectly calm. “It’s either a mistake or some influencer trying to get attention. Forget it.” The truth I couldn't see then was staring me in the face now.

"It's nothing. Just someone unimportant." "Viviana!" A fake, surprised voice called out from nearby. My stomach dropped. I looked over and saw Bianca in a tight black dress, her arm linked with a fat, greasy-looking man. He was a New York state assemblyman, famous for being greedy and a pervert. Looks like Bianca traded the only currency she has for a ticket into this world. She whispered something in the politician’s ear, then grabbed a glass of champagne and sashayed over to us, alone.