My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I approached him, my lips pressed together. My eyes fell on his chest. "Has anyone called you a snack?"

He started grinning/ "You are definitely the first."

I smiled faintly and sweetly. "I'll go wash up first."

He nodded, it was obvious that he was happy because his eyes had lit up like the star-filled night sky.

As I rinsed my mouth, I looked at myself in the mirror and the image of the Hendrix I saw just now flashed across my mind.

All of a sudden, I felt a little sad. I seemed to be much older. Freya told me that at a woman's most desirable age, she should smile like a flower and always be energetic. Yes, I was too lifeless.

My stomach churned and I began to puke. All the food I had eaten just now had been puked out.

Hendrix heard the commotion and knocked on the door. "Arianna!"

up. I answered him after rinsing my mouth, "It's okay, maybe

the bathroom, I was pulled tightly into

distressed he

illness or because of how I originally was. Leaning on his arm, I felt calmness sink in. I raised my hand and patted his

very tightly; even tighter than

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her friend, I definitely would be

the dress and the makeup artist.

stunned for a moment, and then I realized what she meant. She wanted me to be

to care at all and said, "Who said that you can't be a bridesmaid after getting married? Don't

joyous and hectic. She was so busy that she hung

half an hour later, the

girl with two men. She greeted me with a smile, "Miss Reid, Miss Moore sent us. We're here for your makeup." Noticing the gift boxes in the

with a smile, stepped back