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

I was pulled tightly

knowing how distressed

because of the illness or because of how I originally was. Leaning on his arm,

me very tightly; even

been held much earlier, but due to the press' involvement in all this, they had agreed to hold the wedding at the end of the year. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

was December

definitely

a lot going on from her background noise. "I've sent you the dress and the makeup artist. Remember to come earlier. I'm waiting for you to bring us

she meant. She wanted me to be her bridesmaid.

said that you can't be a bridesmaid after getting married? Don't procrastinate. Come on,

hectic. She was so busy that

half an hour later,

smile, "Miss Reid, Miss Moore sent us. We're here for your

responded with a smile, stepped back and said, "Thank you