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"And for God's sake, do it quietly. The neighbors don't need to see this circus." But Mrs. Oscar had other plans. She followed us to the door, filming every stumbling step, narrating like some demented documentary maker. "And here we see the gold digger's final walk of shame. Should've stayed with your rich family, sweetheart. At least they wanted you." The front door opened to a wall of rain. Of course. Even the weather was against me. "Please," I tried one last time, turning to Marcus. "Just let me get my phone. My cards. Something.."

“Girl, don’t be. ’Cause just when it started to feel like something, some girl struts in like she owns him and he lets her drag him off. Didn’t even glance back. I just stood there… like a damn houseplant.” “Sounds like Chad,” she said, biting into her lemon. “Exactly! Graduates from the same jerk academy.” I jabbed my straw into my drink like it was his face. “Speaking of jerks, Chad’s all over town kissing Willow in public. And she’s telling everyone you dropped out of school.” And just like that, Willow’s voice replayed in my head, word for word: ‘You’ll never be more than the daughter of an alcoholic single mother with the sex appeal of a frog. Chad needed a real woman. Be grateful I ste

"You're a coward. You're exactly what everyone said you were. And I was the fool who thought I was special." By the way, I should have known better. Girls like me don't change boys like him. We just get crushed in the process. Why did I think I was different? Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Then it buzzed again. And again. It was a frantic, relentless vibration. I pulled it out, my hands trembling. Kai’s phone started doing the same thing. I looked at the screen. It was a notification from Campus Gossip. The headline was written in bold, neon letters: THE SCHOLARSHIP SWEETHEART OR THE BET-WINNING BITCH?

Heather is making sarcastic commentary about the male lead's questionable life choices. "He literally has her phone number and he's writing her a letter?" Heather points at the screen. "Just text her like a normal person." "It's supposed to be romantic," Cathy argues, but she's laughing. "It's supposed to be a restraining order," Heather counters. Monica snorts into her wine glass. The night winds down with Cathy helping clean up pizza boxes while still debating the movie's merit with Heather. Monica carefully lifts Luna to carry her to my room, and I watch her navigate my hallway like she's done it a hundred times before.

Then— “Flora Morgan. Please come to the center of the ice.” Hundreds of eyes turned, everyone searching for Flora Morgan. My legs felt like lead as I walked out onto the cold ice, the note trembling violently in my hands. The crowd watched with curious excitement. Lucille stood helplessly at the edge, her eyes filled with pain. I unfolded the note and started reading, my voice shaking so badly it was barely audible. “I...I've done something incredibly unforgivable.” I paused, trying not to stare into the eyes of anyone seated. “I’ve captured the heart of someone I’m not supposed to tamper with, and I’m here to tender a heartfelt apo—”

Definitely. Don't get fucking caught. Willow pressed play, and about ten minutes into the movie, Lennox called out, "Perth, are you on the clock or do you just love Willow's decor?" He must have been surveying the room. Suddenly, an actress on the screen let out a piercing scream. Everyone took a sip from their drinks, and I swiftly pulled my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside. I leaned back beside Lennox, who was trying to hide a smile.

You are not Wanchai. It doesn't take long for everything to start over. The college seniors hand out a snack to each pair, and I pop it in my mouth, and I wait for Nate, or rather Thirasak. he looks at me and just hold it with the mouth showing disinterest. Then he is reprimanded by one of the seniors, who tells him to eat or bite the pepero, he does what is asked, and eats little by little until the last piece, this is the worst part, because to eat you have to touch your lips in mine, and in doing so, she looks at me in an extremely sensual way. This scene is in the script, Wanchai should be shaken, not me!

The electric hum of starting over. We sat on the floor that night, backs against the mattress, eating dry cereal out of the box and sharing a single bottle of orange soda like it was vintage wine. There were no locks on the windows. No security system. No staff. No backup plan. Just us. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and said, “You know… this is the part in the movie where the girl wonders if she made a mistake.” I smirked. “Well, I’m not the movie girl. I don’t regret a damn thing.”

he winks and he leaves You guessed right , crystal blushed to deep to her hair roots [END OF FLASHBACK] Scarlett giggles " mi girl is so lovesick " " Stop it, I just have an ordinary crush on him " she said pouting Scarlett raises her hand in the air " crush it is ... No objections " she said smirking and heads to her cubicle " Crazy girl " Crystal said blushing One hour later , Scarlett is typing the cash flow statement she has to submit today on her computer, her manger ' Thomas' tapped on her table

The witnesses (the housemaids, the housekeeper, the cook, the gardener, and Shane's parents) got their jaw dropped as they watched the epic scene unfolded. “I... I was asking you if you want to be my wife,” Shane said and heaved a sigh. His face was red and he began sweating cold. “Will you?” Audrey smiled secretly upon seeing the superstar getting shy before her. She tucked her hair on her ear and averted her gaze. It was a scene she saw Stephanie did while they were filming the movie before. Stephanie looked stupidly cute at that time, and she was thinking she may look the same though Audrey wanted to only look cute but not stupid. Anyway, she shouldn't have a chance to worry about looking