To know why hope dies

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•Rose Hathaway•

         Ugh why did I let Yelena and Vika convince me to go out the last night me and Yelena will be here before we head to her parents for the next two weeks? But I guess it's better than running into Dimitri and Lissa tomorrow when they get here after we leave. "C'mon Roza get dressed so we can go out for dinner." Vika's voice floats in through the door as she knocks. I sigh and strip out of my workout clothes from earlier. I pull on a dark green lingerie set, that surprisingly Sonya gave to me, and throw on a dash of perfume.

         I then pull on my black leather jeans and my black ankle boots and lace them up. I then pull on a pink cropped sweater. I walk out the bathroom and head to Karolina's room. "Hey Lina do you mind helping me with my hair? I'm not too good at braiding it?" I ask as I knock on the door. Surprisingly the first time I called her Lina instead on Karo by accident she got this huge smile on her face. And she only lets me call her that, which is cool.

           "Yeah come in Roza, I just got Zoya down for her pre-lunch nap. And next time you come back I can teach you if you'd like? You should come back for Christmas. We celebrate Orthodox Christmas but Mama would love you to come for the holidays." Karolina smiles gesturing for me to sit at her vanity. She grabs a brush and parts my hair before softy braiding my hair into two big braids, fishtail's I think.

         "Hmm we'll see Lina. I don't think I'll be able to be around your brother for a very long while. If he's not here I'll definitely come for Christmas unless Baba wants to spend it with me. And even then if he does I may still pop in for a visit. I'd definitely not wanna miss spending time with my favorite family." I frown before smiling up at her in the mirror.

            "Yes well depending on how he acts tomorrow there may not be much left of my grebanyy pridurok mladshego brata." Lina grunts slipping back into Russian in her anger.

        I frown I don't want his family to be angry at him on my behalf. "Lina maybe they were right, maybe I did keep pushing when I should have given him his space. But he kept pushing me away and acting like I didn't even exist, and it hurt so much. And he was also acting like the sun shone out of Lissa's ass and that it was all her that did everything. But I don't want you guys to hate him, I still love Dimitri even though he doesn't love me anymore. If he ever truly did. This is making me second guess everything we ever went through and if he ever really loved me or if his words were all just lies. Figures I flirt and kiss boys and have a reputation as a heartbreaker only to get my heart broken by the love of my life." I laugh bitterly with a rueful smile. "If only I could move on, but I will always love him. I guess love wasn't meant to be for me." I frown.
   
             "Oh Roza we don't hate my idiot little brother. We don't blame him for what happened when he was turned. We're just angry and disappointed in how he acted towards you after he was restored. He didn't even reach out first, we did. After you came back and told Vika." Lina frowns before tying the ends of my hair off. "There all done Roza. Now I'm gonna take so many pictures of you so I can show Dimitri and tell him how much of an idiot he is." Lina smiles.

         Suddenly Vika and Yelena pop up in the door and my mouth drops. "Damn you two look really nice. I'm gonna have to beat guys and girls away from you the whole night." I grin. Vika's dressed in a pink halter corset type top with shorts embroidered with pink roses and pink converse. Her hair is straight with a braid pulling her bangs back. While Yelena is dressed in navy blue velvet high waisted shorts, a white off the shoulder ruffle blouse with navy blue velvet chunky heels on her feet. And her freshly dyed ginger red hair is done similar to Vika's.

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