Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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Trigger Warning - Mentions of SA, Rape, Abuse.
"Are you going to wear a dress or a suit?" Ana scrolled through something on her phone.
I looked at her for a moment. "A dress."
She hit me lightly. "Don't glare at me, it was a genuine question."
"I wasn't glaring." I rolled my eyes.
"You were." She crawled over to me on the bed and showed me her phone. "I like this one but I don't think I would look as good as the model does."
"I think you'd look better." I kissed the top of her head.
She groaned. "I need real feedback."
"And I need to shorten my vows." I smiled.
"Why?" She sat up.
"I think I'm the only one who wants to listen to me talk about how perfect you are for thirty minutes."
Her eyes went wide. "There's no way they're that long."
"I timed it. Thirty-two minutes and sixteen seconds."
She stared at me. "How can you talk about how much you love me for that long. There can't be that many good things about me."
"How long could you talk about me." I smiled.
"That's beside the point. You're the most interesting person I've ever met. Plus I'll have to convince you that you're perfect."
I rolled my eyes. "Pick out a pretty dress. You need to outshine me. I have to go." I stood up.
"Do you already have one? I don't want our styles to clash."
"No, but it will be plain boring and white, I won't get it until we have yours so shades of the white match."
She smiled at that. "How long?"
"I don't know, probably knee length." I leaned on the door frame.
"So basically you're everyday attire but white?" She frowned.
"One of my uncles- who you haven't met yet -only has one suit and he wears it to every formal event. He wore it for his wedding too. You can be pretty and I'll be lucky." I half-stepped out of the room.
"Why are you lucky?" She looked up at me with confusion in her eyes.
"Because I get to marry pretty. I do have to go though."
She smiled brightly. "Go go, I love you."
"Love you too." I walked out the door.
... I sat down in the car. I wanted to scream, I needed to scream.
