Til Death Do Us Part
I sit back and cross my arms, feeling how Greta is trying to read me and gauge the change in my attitude of under three minutes while I’m on the verge of rage tears.
“Right, I’m here.” Jyeon walks in, seeming innocent, charming, and flashy in a perfectly cut three-piece black suit over a black shirt, and tie in a tonal look that makes him appear expensive and pulled together. And I inwardly hiss. Hating on him.
Loving the matching black couples’ outfit of the day. Not.
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