a sunshine boy meets a broken girl
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"ugh I hate packing "
"I'll help " I shrug .
"no , I'll do it on my own " she says checking the clothes on the hanger
"but you hate packing "
"I hate breathing too , I do that just fine "...
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"Pickle? Are you okay?"
I sit back down, my fist still clenched from where it had been hovering in the air. Who the hell is this guy? And seriously, 'pickle'? She has a name. Who does he think he is?
"I'm... I'm okay," she says in that fragile voice of hers.
"Alright then."
"M'lady." He pulls out the chair next to me for her, mimicking a ridiculous bow. She giggles as she sits down. That might be the first time I've heard her giggle, and I hate him for it.
Her giggle echoes in my head, and I clench my teeth.I can hear people being mesmerized by her , compliments being thrown at her . I glance at her, trying to read her face, but she's completely engrossed in whatever nonsense he's spewing, smiling like she doesn't have a care in the world.
I look away, knowing there's nothing I can do.
I hear a scoff beside me. "I just don't get why girls try so hard to impress people. I'm happy being natural, you know?" Mabel's voice is just loud enough to catch Ivy's attention. Ivy rolls her eyes, but quickly returns to whatever the hell he's saying.
"Stop it, Mabel," I whisper through gritted teeth. She just shrugs, smirking.
"Oh, it's about to start," Ivy says, her nervous voice louder than usual.
What's about to start? As far as I know, there's no big event scheduled for this ball.
"What's about to start?" the guy asks, but Ivy doesn't answer.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice booms from the stage, "thank you all for joining us tonight on this spectacular evening. We've gathered here not just to celebrate but to witness a momentous occasion-one that will remain with us for years to come."
The room goes quiet, anticipation building.
"And now, allow me to introduce our guest of honor-Ivy Kennedy."
Wait. What?
"Many of you know her as a shining figure on the runway, a face that graces the covers of countless magazines. But tonight, she steps into a new light, one that promises to captivate us in ways we never imagined."
Ivy stands, giving a nervous smile to the guy before making her way to the stage.
"I don't know what's happening but Good luck, pickle," he says, grinning.
She moves with confidence, but I can see the tremble in her hands. No one else would notice, but I've been paying attention for too long not to.
She steps up to the mic, taking a deep breath as the room falls silent. A soft, rehearsed smile crosses her face.
"Wow... I don't even know where to begin," she starts. "First of all, thank you. Tonight is incredibly special, and not just because of this beautiful event, but because it's a night of new beginnings."
