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!"

my body to throw up. I answered him after rinsing my mouth, "It's okay, maybe I've eaten too

was pulled tightly into

knowing how distressed

be controlled. Most of the time, I couldn't even tell whether it was because of the illness or because of how I originally was. Leaning on his arm, I felt calmness sink in. I raised my hand and patted his back to comfort him. "It's

me very tightly; even tighter than

earlier, but due to the press' involvement in all this, they had agreed to hold the wedding at

December 25th,

friend, I definitely would

It sounded like there was a lot going on from her background noise. "I've sent you the dress and the makeup artist. Remember to come earlier. I'm

and then I realized what she meant.

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

hectic. She was so busy that she hung up almost

an hour later, the doorbell

sent us. We're here for your makeup." Noticing the gift boxes in the hands of the

with a smile, stepped back and