My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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The gentle pats on my shoulder became even harder to ignore by then, which meant that Hendrix's intentions were confirmed, but I was busy looking at Anne and didn't know how I should respond.

Having lost both parents at a young age, Monique relied on me and her grandmother for support. She was like a seed in the gaps of stacked rocks, living tenaciously. After growing up and learning to be independent, she set up a bar in Ucrebury from scratch on her own and became the youngest owner amongst bar owners in Ucrebury. She abandoned her dignity and blended in with the cohabitated society. Monique was my light in the darkest of days.

Yet, fate did not show mercy to the Caulfields, and she died at her prime.

At the thought of that, my heart felt as if it was tightly bounded by vines, the hardships suffocating me.

walk down the same path as Monique had by opening a bar, becoming the owner, dating a vicious cunning man and destroying her

not only maintain a secretive atmosphere but also guarantee privacy. A place where people could relax and enjoy or talk about discrete topics without scruple. I did some research on relevant materials online, and for now, no bar in Zuckerberg can incorporate both, so I think it should have

bold, and that perfectly

on Anne. The shrewdness in his eyes was obvious. Judging

was indeed interested in Anne, he would try

went unnoticed by her. I tried my best to sound calm, "Anne, is there

clenched. I was afraid of hearing what I expected to hear - that

about Monique, and how

kept her

Without much change in expression, she answered sincerely, "Mom, is liking it not enough of a reason? This is the only thing I enjoy, other than mathematics. Can I