GOLDEN GIRL
His silence was unbearable.
Lina's laughter cut through the tension, and she turned her attention back to Vincent.
"No way, you didn't tell her? Aww, that's too bad," she taunted.
My glare intensified, and I directed it toward Lina, my frustration boiling over.
"So what? Are you his real girlfriend or something?" I spat out, my words dripping with sarcasm.
Lina smirked, wrapping her arm possessively around Vincent's torso.
"Actually, I'm his fiancée. We're betrothed," she declared, her tone filled with satisfaction.
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