❝ he's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds.❞
➸ mary jane thomas despises the east coast, but princeton university is an educational prospect she cannot refuse. she has great ambitions to become an author one day, an aspiration her overbearing fa...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ― 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒. She ran a brush through her blow-dried hair and snatched her leather handbag from her cluttered vanity. She was in a rush to get ready that morning. Lindsey was supposed to meet her outside in her driveway in five minutes so they could have some coffee and chat before they would be strained by the stress of coursework. That was the case for Mary, at least. Lindsey preferred house parties and tequila shots to studying and homework.
Mary ran down the stairs, her heels clicking against the steps. Her father was sitting in the living room, a stack of stapled papers in his hands. "Good morning, Mary."
She smiled, adjusting the strap of her purse. "Morning, dad," she said.
He set the papers down on the coffee table and lifted the sleeve of his suit jacket up to check the time on his watch. "Where are you going?" he asked, his hazel eyes narrowing when he saw that two of the buttons of the blouse she wore were unbuttoned.
"I'm getting breakfast with Lindsey," Mary replied. She tried to peer behind her father's head to see if Lindsey's car was outside.
"You didn't tell me you were going out."
Mary winced. If she caught him in an unpleasant mood, there was no chance he was going to let her leave the house.
"I forgot to mention it, but we won't be long. We're going to the cafe on Harriston Street, it's not too far away," Mary reasoned, hoping she could convince him to let her go.
"Fine," her father said, stunning her a little. She was convinced he would tell her to go upstairs and begin preparing for her second year at Princeton instead of wasting her time gossiping with friends.
"Thank you!" Mary exclaimed, turning to leave before he could change his mind. "I'll be back soon, love you!"
"Before you go, there's something I need to talk to you about first."
Mary stopped at the front door. She crossed her arms over one another. "Yes?" she questioned, a worrisome feeling stirring inside of her. When her father spoke to her like this, it was never good. The last time he did, he began a ten-minute-long rant about how she would end up in poverty because she won't be able to find a job that paid more than thirty grand with an English degree.
