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Chapter 27 - Damn, Who's That Girl In The Blue Dress?

A/N – I'm finally done with my damn GCSE's.

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And Without further ado, I give you...

Chapter 27 – Damn, Who's That Girl In The Blue Dress?

"You look amazing!"

I smiled to myself as my mother complimented my appearance in the dress. I smoothed it down nervously and made sure to check that it fit me properly.

It was now the evening of our flight to Miami. I glanced at the clock.

5:10pm.

I didn't go to school today because there were a few things we needed to sort out before we left.

We leave for the airport in 10 minutes. When we land we'll head straight to Charlotte's house and get ready there and then go to the wedding together. Charlotte has texted me a million times, telling me how excited she is to see me. I'll finally get to spend some time with the one person whose been through my toughest times with me and knowing me I'll probably rant to her about my frustrations regarding Hunter.

Needless to say, I'm nervous about returning to Miami, even if it is just temporarily. I know for a given fact that I am going to see many familiar faces at the wedding seeing as though Charlotte will probably have invited old school friends. I know that the first thing to pop up in someone's mind when they see me at the wedding is the night at the cabin, then a look of either pity or disgust will cross their faces.

That thought shouldn't bother me because I've experienced my fair share of judgemental people so I'm used to it.

When I made up that lie regarding my father's death, I was judged.

When my mother was seen drunk on the streets in the light of day, I was judged.

When I came to school with the same clothes on almost every day, I was judged.

When I stank like hell because I couldn't take a shower due to my mom not being able to afford the water bills, I was judged.

"Alyssa, you've been staring at yourself in the mirror for the past 5 minutes."

My head whipped around to see her concerned face.

I sighed, "Sorry, I'm just nervous to go back and see everyone again."

She walked over and kissed my forehead, "You'll be fine. Now go and take that dress off and put it in the suitcase."

After folding up the dress and packing it, I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away my anxiety.

But of course, when my mind stops worrying about one thing it decides to kill me by worrying about something else.

Or someone else.

Hunter Ashford.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

His words kept echoing in my head and I couldn't deny the fact that his voice sounded so promising and his eyes looked so honest and genuine.

But I'm scared.

I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm so fućking scared of getting attached to a man and losing myself in a man.