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Chapter 22- Remember my promise, cupcake

Chapter 22- Remember my promise, cupcake

Hola mi cupcakes! I know I'm updating after a long time. I have my exams going on right now, but because Delhi (where I live) is under terrorist attack threat alert my school has been shut down for a few days, so admist the tension, there's an upside, I have time to update!

And we're nearly coming to an end of this story... 8 or so chapters to go.. I cant ebven bring myself to believe it. :'( We've been having such an awesome journey, gosh. Anyway lets not dwell on the sad stuff, cuz I am planning something big too!

PS Auphia above! I love this picture!

So here is the newest chapter!

Enjoy!

Yashiexx

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I had fallen.

Hard.

But this was the kind of falling that didn't hurt, the kind of falling that made your heart beat faster, the kind of falling that made every stupid, ridiculous cheesy quote or song that wasn't supposed to make sense make me smile. I probably resembled a lunatic with the stupid grin I had been wearing for the past month but I couldn't help it.

I was so happy.

Being with Austin made me feel like I was on a different kind of high. The kind that filled all the other gaps and cracks and holes that had developed in me with time. The sad and horrible things were pushed aside, they had no significance to me anymore, I was learning to love with all my heart and you know what? It felt bloody amazing.

The media had gone crazy after the event unfolded. You wouldn't call a face off and bitch slapping a "kind- of-bride" in a church exactly ceremonious and I sincerely apologize to Jesus for that but apparently the people lapped up the news like it was it was sweet nectar of hot gossip.

Which it was but that meant that the media now eyed us like we were some kind of prize. Two parties had developed in this story. The first party supported me and Austin and called Esmeralda a "gold digging bitch" while the other party supported Esmeralda and called me a "attention seeking home wrecker" and Austin was portrayed as a mindless dummy who couldn't make up his mind about women.

But that was the tabloids and I honestly, didn't care anymore. The people whose opinions really mattered were okay with it, so I was pretty content, the rest could go to hell.

I had befriended Stefanie and Jennifer, Austin's sisters who absolutely adored me, they gushed over me so much I couldn't help but feel like I was a little kid being pampered.

And the best part was, that I finally felt like I had a real family, they sucked me right in inside their happy group. It was contagious.

I smiled as I leaned back on my chair letting out a huge puff of breath.

It was done.

I had officially finished working on Aerin's book. It was titled Soulwoven. It was a beautiful book and its ending literally reduced you to tears. It was the kind of book which you just sped through and in which you felt as if the characters were stealing a piece of your heart as you turned every page. I loved it and I was sure the audience was going to love it too. The book was set to release next month. The final process was going on in full force to make it a huge success.

"You ready?" Aerin asked as she walked inside my office, practically inhaling the box of donuts she had in her hand. She was well into the third month of her pregnancy and the bump was pronounced under her turtleneck sweater.