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!"

was nothing left in my body to throw up. I

I came out of the bathroom, I was

knowing how distressed

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 okay. It's not

very tightly; even tighter

wedding should have been held much earlier, but due to the press' involvement in all this, they had agreed to hold the wedding

December 25th,

definitely would

the dress and the makeup artist. Remember to come earlier. I'm waiting for

meant. She wanted me to be her bridesmaid. "But I've already been

She didn't seem to care at all and said, "Who said that you can't be a bridesmaid after getting

was

an hour later,

up to open the door and saw a short-haired 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 hands

smile, stepped back