Hey there! Thank you so much for over 40k reads! Omigod it still feels like I'm being pranked or something. And though we've gone down the tag ranks, I'm very happy with how far TWE has come.
On that note, here's the first chapter of this book in Parker's POV to celebrate, be sure to vote.
And check out my brand new book, Rotten. I'm entering the Wattys this year with it and I'd love to see your feedback on it.
Again, thank you. Sorry for the long author's note. I love you all!
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Rejection was supposed to be the most dangerous emotion to exist.
That feeling one got when you wanted something so bad that you could do anything to have and keep that thing. And then, just as you're about to finally have it, you heard the mighty N-word. "No."
The whole world crumbles in that moment, you start sweating, air gets thicker. . .and your heart gets broken.
But, looking at the emotion behind rejection, you would know that rejection isn't the real culprit.
Love is.
The beginning of this heartbroken take was a jewelry store, the one my mother had recommended for me. She wasn't too keen on my relationship with Clare, my girlfriend. However, the second she heard I wanted to propose, she knew she couldn't change my mind about her.
So, she'd directed me to go here. Glam nation: the most expensive jewelry store in Los Angeles. It was only fitting, as we were one of the biggest families in the state.
"It's beautiful."
The eyes of the attendant seemed to glimmer as she stared at the ring between my fingers. It was golden but had lots of diamonds all over the band and a central one. The attendant wiped her palms against the material of her black skirt, looking very spent. Like she'd had a long day.
To avoid stressing her any further, and because I'd been at this store for almost an hour now, I offered the brightest smile I could. "It's is, isn't it? You think my girlfriend would like it."
She seemed relieved that she wouldn't have to go searching for another ring, the fifth one since I'd entered this store. Her lips tugged up into a wide smile that reached her eyes and lifted her cheeks.
"I'm certain she'd love it," she said.
I exhaled, feeling exhausted from a long day at work. I had to get off early to get this ring.
"Okay then," I said, handing her the ring. She collected it from me and gave me a smile.
"I'll put it in a box for you," she said then pointed to the counter at the front of the shop. "You can pay there, Mr Garth."
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The drive back to our lounge was spent by me anxious to get to Clare and get I over with. After being with her for three years, I was sure her answer to my proposal would be yes. We both loved each other, so there wasn't need for any excessive formalities.
Get in, get the "yes" answer, kiss my fiancé.
Good life.
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