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“Because that right there is a guy magnet. Even I didn’t know you had that many curves, Nick.” “Are you checking me out?” “Can’t help noticing. Now imagine the guys. And your hair… Ugh, you’re making me feel like a hopeless case. Who did it for you? All I can think of doing to mine is bundling it up in a hair tie.” Nicki’s laugh sounds across the line. “It’s all on Noah. The guy works in a beauty salon, Jo. And I think you’ll be fine. A high hairdo is exactly what you need for that dress.”

My hair’s dripping onto the keyboard but I don’t care. I type his name into the search bar like I’m summoning a ghost. Axton Rowe. The results flood in, articles, photos, a Forbes profile, a “Top Ten Most Eligible Bachelors” list from last year. My heart jumps when I spot a blurry paparazzi shot of him walking beside a tall brunette in sunglasses, but there’s no caption naming her. Nothing confirming a fiancée. No diamond-ring reveal. No red carpet announcement. No exclusive interview about how they met on a yacht or bonded over shared trauma and bespoke sushi.

“This hurts her so much, we need even the tiniest clue she could get in order for her to make him fall in love with her too.” “Mrs. Smith is this true?” Mr. Andrews asked her and hesitantly she nodded. “I’m not so sure what kind of women he likes but all the girlfriends he had in the past were blondes.” “So he kind of has like a blonde fetish or something,” Paige commented and then cleared her throat, and took some strands of Crystals blond hair in her hands. “You need to get a new hairstyle; something that would place all his attention on your hair. It doesn’t seem like it would be as hard as we think it would be. Is there any other thing, which might be of help to us?”

I teased him, nudging his arm lightly. "Who knows," he replied, smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh..." he added, lifting a finger like he just remembered something. "Make sure you dress very catchy..." he looked me up and down quickly. "That event is going to be filled with all the top wealthy eligible bachelors...who knows, you may meet your prince charming there." I rolled my eyes and scoffed, waving my hand in the air. "Don't you know, there are no more prince charming, just time wasters and monsters." I said, shaking my head as I looked away.

That's the crux of it. "You know what? I'm done here," the man in front of me stands up abruptly, dragging his chair back. "Hey," I call out to him before he departs. He doesn't look bad. I didn't expect to encounter an attractive man like him as my potential groom, but that's not the issue now. We need to talk. I don't want him to find me attractive, which is why I came up with the only idea that popped into my head – dressing like a clown.

It was everywhere, and it made me feel safe to be surrounded by his scent. When I finally pulled away, Raiden had the biggest smile on his face, “there is my confident mate. Goddess, you’re sexy. And I love the new hair.” “You do?” I asked shyly. I knew how much he loved my long hair. “Yes, but I would love you even if you were bald.” He said, “but this really suits you.” “You’re so sweet. Were you always this sweet?” I asked, looking into his lovely eyes. He nodded and smirked, “yes, but I had to hide some of it because I couldn’t let you fall in love with me.”

Thinking of the girls, Damien had been with till now, were obsessed with trying to look flawless and classy with their dresses, jewellery and all. Remembering last night and Eden's spoiled dress, he thought of showing off some money to her first that girls liked the most according to him.. He ordered a dress for her from Nicci, a mall, people getting average paychecks like her wouldn’t even dare think of visiting. Just to taunt her, he even asked to put the price tag in front.

I felt my heart beat fast, and I instantly had a crush on him. “Hey little Bonbon,” Parker says as he ruffles my hair and I slap his hand away from my hair. I and my friends agreed to cut our hair short, but they all backed out and I did it, anyway. I love my pixie cut. It makes me look edgy, and I thought that if I appeared this summer looking different, Jude would notice and give me some attention. Obviously, it backfired because he has his girlfriend here with him. She is one of those Upper East Side princesses. Her hair can never get wet. Her bikini is so small that if she moves, it will show something it shouldn’t.

*facepalm emoji*. Brandon: It wouldn't be so bad to dress up in a peach or pink dress. I can just imagine myself slaying. Alec: With spaghetti straps or perhaps an off-shoulder. Carson: With white stiletto heels or perhaps sandal heels. Benji: What about our hair? It has to go a certain way. An updo? Riley: This is going to be the best wedding ever. Emma: I can just imagine. Zoey: Before you fucks continue, I was talking about Emma and Riley.

I only look for two people; the faces of the men I want to spend my life with. The men who complete me (along with my sons of course). My eyes catch theirs; faces of awe and love. I feel my frightened look change and stretch into one of happiness. Kaden is in a simple black tuxedo; with a silver tie, whereas Kol's donning a grey tux with the stripped black and silver tie I bought for him recently. They look so handsome. So damn sexy. Just then did I realise the song playing was the one I'd begged the guys to let me have; Pachelbel's Canon.