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Mitchell said slinging her hand with Marinette as they walked down the hallways leading to the stairs. Too bad, I didn’t even get his number or anything. He was so cute and dreamy. She said giving out a sigh as Mitchell shook her head and said, Hell Marietta, you catch as if you almost didn’t lose your life, a day ago. You and sex are so compatible I am getting scared, or you want to tell me that you haven’t been thinking of ravaging that man’s body. Mitchell said as they reached the entrance doors and the guards opened it for them and they walked through to where Mitchell had parked her car.

Mara felt her head moaned. She looked around. Then her look fell on a wall. There were pictures. Dozens. Inflatable, fixed in rows. People. Men. Women. Children. All different. All photographed in front of a white wall as if it were registration images. Mara stepped closer. Your throat was dry. There was a name under each picture. A date. And a red stamp. Transferred. Mara ran the first pictures. A girl from the 80s. An older man.

Marinette keeps laughing each time Jaz talks about her experience with a young man at work. Apparently, the man told her she's too elegant and pretty to be single. He gave her some flowers, sent a letter, and asked her to become his wife. I cringe at the thought of Jaz getting married to such a dumbass. “Well, why did you turn him down?” Marinette's laughing hard, fingers digging into the shrimps on the dining table. She raises her head, meeting Jaz’s gaze. “He might really like you, you know?” She teases, “there's no harm in trying him out.”

My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, had dumped me less than twelve hours ago, and here I was getting off to the idea of some mysterious guy who probably pitied me. A loud knock on my bedroom door made me jolt. “Sole? Babe, you alive in there?” Marinette’s voice, bright and bossy as always. “I brought coffee and rage. Open up before I use my spare key.” “Shit,” I muttered. I quickly shoved the toy back in the drawer, yanked my panties up, and pulled my shirt down. “Coming!” Marinette burst in the second I opened the door, her curly hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing workout leggings and a sports bra like she’d already conquered the day. She took one look at my flushed face and messy hair and smirke

I could take some juicy pictures for my collection too. “Alright, I’ll try,” I said. I walked toward Marina. She was still alone. Maybe I had the wrong impression thinking she was that guy’s date. “Hey,” I said and tapped her on the shoulder. Marina turned around, and her face turned sour when she saw me. Jeez, am I really that undesirable to her? “Oh. Hey Logan,” she said dryly. “Expecting someone else?” I chuckled. “None of your business,” she snapped.

Marinette sounds sad as she says, “Just go, Lauren. As you can see, I have important company. Just tell Chase that I’m safe and I don’t plan on leaving again today.” Lauren sighs in response and says, “It was nice to meet you, Princess Lux.” I nod in response before the door closes. Marinette breathes out and I can feel her eyes on me as she says, “Okay, it’s official, I like you.”

Marinette scrunches her nose and then nods and says, “Okay, thanks. Could you bring me Marigold?” The woman grabs the baby out of its bassinet, and I realize that’s where the blueberry scent is coming from. Marinette smiles as she holds the baby in her arms and the woman dismisses herself. Marinette glances at me and says, “So… Chase Croft.” The way she says my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. She looks me up and down and says, “That name sounds familiar, have I met you before?”

She looked like a queen with everything she had on, even her makeup was outstanding. "Wow, Marielle, you look like a queen in this dress," I spluttered immediately as she got to me. She chuckled and threw her hands around me, enfolding me in a hug. "You look stunning as well," she said into my neck. "I've missed you, a lot." "We saw each other yesterday," I chuckled. "Not enough," she whispered. She sighed heavily. "Worried?" "Scared. I'm afraid, Marinette, I saw what you would do if things didn't work out well, I saw it in a vision. Rinette, please don't do it, don't use your life to end Ivy's, don't die and leave me alone."

Le professeur viendra pour la suite. Le mercredi soir les filles se rendent pour travailler en groupe. Marinette était déjà là avant elle afin de ne point subir les sanctions du groupe. Alors que tous étaient là fille comme garçon les présentations de font jusqu'au tout de cette dernière. Nous t'écoutons dit Taty - Je m'appelle Marinette Da Cruz. J'ai 13 ans . Soit la bienvenue ma grande. Ici nous sommes une famille donc sache que tu es en famille.

Aleric said. "What's all these?" I muttered, still unable to understand what they were talking about. Did lady Marinette lie about Aleric raping her? And was that the reason why Aleric turned me down then decided to get married to Lady Marinette? I had to slightly open up the door to take a peak after making sure tbe coast was cleared. Marinette's mom, took hold of her daughters hand, "is what he's saying true? He was never intimate with you?" She inquired softly, yet Marinette couldn't say a word, her head shamefully bowed down.