Romans & histoires Shallow South

“Well, nothing is official yet,” “And it ought to be,” Finally, Sandra emerged from the fugue state she had been in searching through vintage thrift store-Esque cardigans. When she met Blue’s gaze, she did so rather sharply. And with a determined smile and lid space that put Blue’s rather hooded eyes to shame, took the young woman’s hand in her own. “We need to start planning, especially if you want a summer wedding, it’s going to get cold soon and then you’ll have to get one of the modesty gowns with full sleeves and an illusion neckline—no one wants one of those,” Blue grinned with a small chuckle she failed to fight—yet not because the woman had said anything particularly agreeable or com

And my stomach does this fun little somersault as I clutch my cheap tote bag like it’s a lucky charm. What am I even doing? But it’s too late to back out now. Because $10,000 says I’m showing up. And apparently, when scary rich people say “8AM,” they mean 8AM. So when I’m dropped off at the side entrance again, I make a beeline for the kitchen — shoes squeaking, heart hammering, and already mentally planning breakfast. Eggs. Pancakes. Nothing fancy. Keep it safe, Marina. Keep it simple—

I somehow found myself reading back this book to try and get myself back into the story to get the motivation to write more of the sequel and it was shocking how many times I cringed reading this book back! I do forget that I finished Shy when I was 16 years old. Six years on, I think it's finally time to rewrite and update this book so I can read it without cringing so horribly at 16 year old me. I hope by rewriting this it will get me back into the story and I can continue to write more updates for Defeated. In the meantime, enjoy the rewritten version of Shy called 'Shy (Rewritten)'! It will be updated bit by bit and will not be uploaded all at once! But I hope you like it!