Chapter { 37 } : Blessing

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Mirabella :

"When the hell did that happen?", screeched Ava.

"Oh, my baby girl is a grown up lady", squealed nonna.

"Tell us, little girl, what happened" said tia giulia.

I was bombarded with questions the moment we entered my room.

I blushed hard, just as the hairstylist started doing my hair.

"Umm.. I don't know, I guess it just happened.. and...", I trailed on, putting my palms on my heated cheeks.

"Aaand..", said tia valentina.

I looked at them and smiled, "he asked me to be his", I whispered grinning like am idiot.

I couldn't even talk from the excitement.

Ava started jumping up and down hugging tia val.

"Finally", huffed tia guilia smiling widely.

"That boy is in love", sighed nonna.

I looked at the mirror, the hairstylist styled my hair in a low pony tail with my waved hair, and a few strands sticking out from the front.

I looked at the mirror, the hairstylist styled my hair in a low pony tail with my waved hair, and a few strands sticking out from the front

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Tia valentina picked another bag I'm guessing it's my second dress.

She opened it revealing a beautiful knee length blue corset dress.

The girls helped remove my previous dress, so that nothing would happen to it, and I wore the blue one.

The girls helped remove my previous dress, so that nothing would happen to it, and I wore the blue one

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It was backless, so a few of my scars were visible, even though my hair was down.

I looked at my back in the mirror, and I could feel my eyes water.

"We'll be beside the door", said tia guilia.

"You look beautiful, my little flower", said nonna kising my cheek.

Soon the door closed, and I looked at the mirror again, dusting the invisible dust from the dress.

I look pretty.

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