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!"

throw up. I

was pulled tightly

lips, knowing how distressed he was seeing

depression couldn't be completely cured and could only 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

hugged me very tightly; even tighter than

the press' involvement in all this, they had agreed to hold the wedding at the end of the

December

her friend, I definitely would be there

noise. "I've sent you the dress and

meant. She

care at all and said, "Who said that you can't

was so busy

hour later, the

Reid, Miss Moore sent us. We're here for your makeup." Noticing the gift boxes in the hands of the two men behind

smile, stepped back and said, "Thank