Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
So I have covid. But it's fine I'm alright and I really want to post some more but I've just been reading unravel me nonstop and now I started the second part of unite me but I promise you I will try and post more often. Alright I hope you like this chapter and maybe leave a comment and vote<3
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Violet Rose:
The dinner's in half an hour and I am no way near to ready.
I took a shower earlier when I got a call from Logan telling me that Cole invited me over for dinner tomorrow. I still don't get how he can't ask me that himself.
What's more confusing though is that Logan has my number because I never gave it to him. It was probably only Cole who gave it to him anyway.
I slip on the dress that Cole.. Logan and I bought last week, smoothening it out once it's on.
Fuck me, since Logan called he's been running around my mind nonstop and I don't fucking know why.
It annoys me how rude he is, it annoys me how many muscles he has, it annoys me how perfect his face looks and it annoys me that he hates me for absolutely no reason.
He annoys me, if you haven't already caught onto that.
I hate to admit it but when I walked out of that dressing room that day with this dress on and Logan was staring at me, his jaw dropped, I couldn't help but clench my thighs.
It's fucking embarrassing but his stare fucking makes me weak in the knees.
The stare that's so empty and cold and dark, but somehow I want to know what's behind that stare. Because I know for a fact there's something.
If only he wouldn't be so stubborn all the time.
I put my long brown hair up into a high ponytail, making sure none of my baby hair sticks out. I hate those little beasts.
In ten minutes- it's called multitasking that's what it is- I finished my whole make-up and put all my jewelry on.
The only thing missing now are my heels and my perfume, easy.
I spray my whole body with perfume before walking out to my bedroom where my shoes are, when suddenly a piece of paper on my desk catches my attention.
I know for a fact that wasn't there before.
I pick it up and notice it's a letter, so I start reading.
Okay, you got me. You're right, okay you win. I admit that it was a shitty move to say these things and even though I really don't like you, you didn't deserve that. That's why I want to apologize for real. I'm really sorry about the fight and no, I don't believe any of the rumors. It was stupid to bring it up in the first place and I do hope you can somehow forgive me. You're probably wondering why I'm only apologizing now and well, it's just the boys really like you. And maybe I don't enjoy people ignoring me either. Anyways I didn't really know what flowers you like so I just got you all different kinds and I hope you like them or whatever. -the scary man who probably wants to kill you.
