Celia Parsons, is your regular teenage girl that is living with her lazy aunt and her two annoying cousins. Her life is not only miserable at home, but in school as well where she is tormented by the school's heartthrob, Philip Cooke.
"I'm sick of this man." I rolled my eyes, shoving the wet books in my locker. He had just ruined my homework. All my efforts were wet as hell.
"Report him to the principal?" Gemma gave me her pitiful look.
"Yeah right. As if his "mom" would do anything," I air quoted the words 'mom'. I felt suddenly excited as an idea popped in my head.
"I got a plan!"
Things take a different turn when both the enemies start flirting over a matchmaking website where Celia gets asked to be his prom date.
"Ooo the package seems expensive," Jackie and Gemma peaked over my shoulders as I impatiently unwrapped the pink wrapper.
The disappointment on my face was scarier than my friends' first attempt of making pizza.
"Seriously? Stilettoes?" I held up the gold stilettoes. "That shit wants me to wear this?"
"They look nice though," Jackie took the pair and oggled at them.
"I rather wear my sneakers and kick the shit outta that asshole."
Stilettoes weren't the only thing that caught her attention. Her mind goes in a turmoil when she learns her aunt is Philip's biological mother and is planning to kill him at Prom.
"Every Cinderella has her midnight." Gemma giggled.
"Sadly I'm going to be black widow tonight and save an asshole." I rolled my eyes and slid the golden stilettoes on and then readjusted my mask.
Now no one will recognize me...
The 'asshole' gets saved, the criminals are caught yet his saviour is unknown.
"I need to find her." I grabbed my hair in frustration.
"But how?" John shook his head.
"The stilettoes." My eyes widened. "They are my only chance."
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