What could possibly go wrong in a professional and beneficial arrangement?
Nothing, right?
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"Y-you never looked at me more than the mother of your child?" I look at my husband who's quiet all this time.
"Tell me damn it!" Tears are escaping my ey...
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I wonder where I'm being escorted to, it's definitely by a jet. I've never seen one let alone been on one, and absolutely didn't like the feeling of my ears being clogged up.
I'm quite Literally sitting in a silk robe while some sweet and talented ladies do something to my face. My face maintains a neutral look, with its glitter-y eyeshadow, with gloss on my lips. "Thank you." I say once I take a good look at myself.
"Of course, dear." They arrange all of their stuff on the table before taking a seat a little far from me.
After hours and hours of staying in the jet, look, I must sound dramatic for it to set the mood.
"Ms. D'agostino." I look at the man in front of me. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Because I've never seen this man before.
"No, but I work for your father." Is his reply. "Oh, thank you." I get in the backseat of the car.
And yeah, I've changed into a beautiful dress that makes me feel like it's my wedding, the dress is grand is what I mean. The heels just go perfectly with it, yeah some pearly-white T strap heels.
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I love the dress, people. And cherry on the top-I don't like cherries-my boobs look like they are ready to breathe; that is once I remove the dress, they're kinda flooding.
