Leonie Waldorf and Ian James hate each other. Not dislike. not barley tolerate. Hate. When he's needs a tutor and she's needs to make her ex jealous they make a deal. It doesn't take long for them to realize what they really want. Each other. But ar...
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One month later
"Goodbye clouds of grey, hello skies of blue" As a sharpey girl, this is the perfect line to describe my life.
Ian and I are back together, the fashion competition is next week, and my life feels like it's straight out of a rom-com. For once, I don't need a nighttime sweet treat to find a little happiness.
But even in this perfect moment, those clouds of grey still exist, and one of them is walking straight towards me: Rowan.
Ian hasn't heard from his father since the news about us getting back together came out. Fifty percent of me feels relieved we didn't have to hear Rowan's constant disapproval of me. The other fifty percent is afraid- Rowan is the opposite of a man of few words. He's loud and outspoken, ready to make sure, by any means necessary, that his opinions are clear and obeyed. So his silence? Absolutely scary.
"Aren't you supposed to be planning a wedding?" I sneer, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Aren't you supposed to be staying away from Ian?" He snaps, his voice steady and without a hint of tension.
"Hm? I don't remember agreeing to that." I tilt my head, my eyes gleaming with a cocky arrogant look, trying to imitate him.
I've been watching Glee, taking notes from Santana on comebacks. Hopefully, those notes pay off at this moment because I desperately need them.
"But you do remember breaking up with him when you realized how far I'm willing to go to keep you two apart,"
"Your little scheme of marrying Sofia and bringing my father in for a little family reunion didn't work." I backfire. I haven't heard any wedding bells ringing around this so-called marriage on the media, so I just assume it was all a fake game plan to drive Ian and me apart.
However, using my father as a tactic? That was nothing but real. The memory of that encounter with my father still stings. So, I pushed it into a tiny, dark space hidden in the back of my mind, refusing to think about it again.
