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The following weekend.
Knock. Knock.
That was the first thing I heard that morning.
"Hello? Ms. Y/l/n? Are you up?"
The sound of Penelope's voice makes me jump straight up from my slumber.
I blink rapidly, rubbing my eyes continuously.
"Hello?" I hear again.
I groan.
"ye- yeah I'm up!" I shout, yawning mid-sentence.
"Ok! I'll send the cleaners in," she says.
I immediately jump out of bed.
The door busts open and women with bags, boxes, and a clothes rack come in taking control over me.
I just sit back and let them do my hair and makeup.
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The hair:
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The Outfit:
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After they finish getting me all dolled up, my brain still not processing why I'm getting ready.
I put my jewelry on, feeling very confident in how I look.
I, later on, make my way downstairs to find Penelope standing at the bottom of the steps with her nose in her iPad, clearly working.
YOU ARE READING
𝐇𝐢𝐦, 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
Romance"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭" (Skip the first 3 and it gets good💋)
