Next Level Rich People Shit

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AN: Enjoy my lovely readers.

Y/n POV:

As I'm drawing on my sketch book, I see some movements from the corner of my eye.

I stopped drawing and got up from my chair, I walked towards where the movement was.

As I approach the movement, I see Ginny being pinned to the wall by Marcus.

I tried to go up to them and pull them apart, but I was held back. I looked behind me and saw that it was Georgia.

"Don't ruin that perfect relationship." She said.

"Perfect? He's my man, I'm not letting anyone come into my life and take something away from me." I said.

"He's not yours."

"Really?"

"Yeah, look at them."

I turned to face them, and I saw Marcus backing away from the crying Ginny. I smirked at the sight and faced Georgia.

"You were saying?"

Georgia happy expression turned into a sad one.

Marcus walks up to me and wraps his arms around me.

"Make their life crumble into pieces before you get hurt." He whispered into my ear.

"What?" I asked.

"Ginny will fall for your nice act if you don't get too aggressive, but there's something they're hiding." Marcus whispered.

"I don't understand. Elaborate."

Before he would even answer my question, I was awoken by my dad.

I looked at him, then covered myself with my blanket.

"Flower, you have to get up." He said.

"Don't wanna." I told him.

"Why?"

"I just have a feeling that something isn't going to go right."

"Do you want to come to work with me?"

"I would love to, but I would just sit there and see you do work. I'd rather do the work myself. You know that, Dad."

"I know. I know. Now get up, take a shower, get dressed, and come to the kitchen for breakfast." He said. He kissed my forehead and left the room.

I groaned a bit and got up from my bed, I looked through my closet and picked out an Off Shoulder dress, an elegant Vintage Long Sleeve Dress Women's clothing. Grey on the sleeves and up and black on the skirt. (You can search it up if you want to, from Temu ♡)

I walked to the bathroom and started my shower.

.. 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 .. .. 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ..

I got out of the bathroom. All changed into my dress, feeling fresh. I dry my hair before doing anything to it.

I grabbed a pair of no-show socks and put them on. I grabbed my black flats and put them on as well.

After letting my hair dry. I brained a few strands of my hair and tied it in the back. The rest of my hair was down.

(If you have short hair, just let it down, or have it however you want, if you have puffy/curly hair you have the front side of your head braided and have it in a half up half down style.)

I walked out of my room and walked to the kitchen. I sat on the kitchen island when my dad placed a plate of food in front of me.

"Thank you, dad."

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