His Bride Of Revenge
She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush.
"Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer."
"Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."
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