The bag was taken off the woman's head when we were in Nate's room. She was a red-head, named Allison Becky and was 18, with dark orange freckles on her forehead, cheeks and chin.
*flashback
There were people raiding this place. I was scared. A woman, with blond hair ran up to me and took me away. She pulled me away and shoved me into a car, with another unconscious girl. Did they take her too? I hoped she would stay safe.
*end of flashback
"T-thank you for saving me. A lot." I was about to correct her that I did literally nothing and I was just here because of my cousins, but Hannah saw my face and started speaking instead. "Your welcome. Why did you come anyway?" "I came f-for clothes. Duh." "My cousin is one of the Twin Millionaires, she's Sona!" Please don't ask for an autograph, please don't ask for an autograph, please don't ask for an autograph, oh god no. Allison turned towards me and gasped as I looked at her shyly. "Don't mind, um, an autograph...?" "Fine." She gave out her hand and a permanent marker. I drew my signature on the back of her hand and she squealed and jiggled on the sofa. George jumped on the opposite sofa and unwrapped a Twix bar. He nearly covered the whole damn double sofa with his butt! Allison got up and slipped on some pumps Hannah had in her bag. She had like everything in her handbag. Then Allison drove away in an Uber. Nice to save someone.
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Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere
HumorMichael literally needs to impress me. Once I told him that tuxedos make me weak, he's been sending me pics of just that. By the way, did you know I'm a millionaire? Well, billionaire. But I just found out a big secret about my family, that may incl...
