"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑."
"𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎"
"𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄... 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘."
Taylor Thatcher is one of Warner's newest but most prized soldiers. Her in...
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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Go away," I mumble.
My door bursts open. "Wake up, Tay Tay."
I want to kill Kishimoto. After being stuck under that weight and doing all of that training, I just wanted to take a nap. Instead, I am awoken by him barging into my room.
"What do you think you're doing?! Get out!"
"Warner wants you for dinner. Us actually."
"Why would he want us for dinner? How do I know you're not lying?" I question.
"1. Because he's bringing some of his favorite soldiers for dinner, so obviously I'm included. And by that I mean some of the soldiers. 2. Because he gave me this weird dress for you."
The dress Kenji throws on my bed is long and royal blue with gold accents. It's stunning, but I don't quite understand why Warner would want one of his soldiers to be so dressed up for a random dinner.
"It's pretty," I comment.
"You'd look better without it."
"What-"
"Seems like lover boy is making his move," Kenji teases.
"That's highly inappropriate, Kenji. Both of your little comments.
"Meet me at 6, love," Kenji mocks.
That is in fact what the note reads. This is so strange.
"How do you feel about your competition? Juliette? She seems like she caught Warner's eye."
"I don't care about Juliette. And again, Warner is my commander, not my crush. Youre so immature."
Kenji sits down on my bed. "I will say, Warner does have a good fashion taste."
"Just leave me alone so I can get ready."
"As you wish, princess."
Kenji leaves and I immediately get into the shower. In a rush, I do my hair thinking about how pathetic this is. I'm here to be a soldier, yet here I am getting all dolled up for a dinner. I don't even know why Kenji or I was invited.
The dress is long and it is magnificent. It looks almost royal in a way, but I am worried that it's too fancy. I'm sure Warner would be mad if I didn't wear it.
I look at myself in the mirror and check the time. It's time to go.
I walk down the halls only to bump into the bane of my existence again. He looks me up and down, cheeks warming up.
