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"Finish your breakfast." "There he is." The almost-smile vanished completely. I grinned into my orange juice. Progress. Tiny progress. But progress.

With her lovely white dress, warm honey brown eyes, fair skin, and her ginger hair that was tied into a low loose bun with some strands falling on the side of her face; she managed to pull off the act After she had apologized, she could feel the somehow tense atmosphere become calmer. “It's fine, we came here earlier than intended so it's to be expected.” Ryker’s father said with a gentle smile. Hearing him forgive her, Lillian, Ryker’s mother, let out an annoyed sigh before putting on her act of a noble lady. “I love your dress, Arya, keep this up and you'd finally be accepted.” Lillian complimented and exchanged pleasantries with her until they heard the sound of the front door.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

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mean I'm glad you like it, I'm happy that you do." Marigold laughed and said, "I guess now I know what you mean when you say, you get tongue tied. Beau, this is the best gift ever. You really made my day." Beau said, "I'm just happy that you're happy." Marigold said, "I'm more than happy, I'm ecstatic! This is so amazing Beau." Beau thought, 'Come on Beau, get your foot out of your mouth. She just kissed you, you got to stay smooth.' Beau looked at Marigold and said, "So do you have a name for your kitten?" Marigold looked at the kitten, tilted her (Marigold's) head, and said, "Hmmm I think I'm going to go with Snowdrop." Carls said, "Excellent choice Miss Marigold. Snowdrop is a perfect na

I thank him, try to tip him, but he politely refuses. I lift the bouquet, breathing in the sweet scent of pink lilies, my favorite. Sitting among the petals is a little card: ‘Good morning, beautiful. The priceless smile on your face is making everything brighter, even the sun is jealous… But I'm more jealous of everything around you right now, especially that chocolate,’

Almost perfect. Almost.

My heat rose like a train up my cheeks , my heart beat got loud , I bite my lip out trying to back away but he didn't let me . " My name is Aaron , everyone here calls me Dean" His rough voice reached me . I nodded as he steps back , He grabbed my bag and motioned me to walk , " So , am I suppose to call you Dean ?" I asked looking back and I saw his eyes trained on something .

I muttered, turning slightly toward the window to hide my smile. My thumbs moved fast over the keyboard. Me: Are you sure you’re not naming it that to jump on the hype train? I mean, I’m basically the city’s headline scandal right now. Grace: Of course not. It’s my way of saying I’m proud of you. But fine, what should I name it then? I leaned back, thinking for a second. Me: How about Douceur? Grace: Oh my god. I love that. It sounds sexy. Me: It is sexy. The kind of dessert that makes people forget they have morals.

Smells like vanilla that was being flavored with cinnamon. Oh God!