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church bells ♡ g

idk where this imagine is going but i love this song and carrie underwood so why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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you sat on the rickety, old, wooden chair that sat in the kitchen of your house. the wind whistled through the old windows that probably should have been replaced about ten years ago, the wooden floor creaked as your mother walked on it, carrying your little sister.

"y/n, i need you to go to the dance tonight. go with vanessa. catch a rich mans eye. y/n, we really need the money. i need you to do this favor for me." she pleaded, bouncing the baby up and down on her hip.

you shivered as a huge beetle crawled across the floor. "i have nothing to wear. mama, no man is gonna want me in these clothes." you looked down at your black shirt and plain skinny jeans.

"i've got that covered. we need to get you ready." she gave you a slight smile, grabbing your hand and taking you to her room.

she set the baby in the crib and went to her closet, pulling out a red dress. there was a split in the side that looked like it went up to the hip.

your eyes widened as you looked at the dress. your mom raised her eyebrows, smirking. she did your makeup and helped you get into the dress and sent you off with a kiss on the cheek.

you walked with her friend, vanessa to the venue where the dance was supposed to be held. once you walked in, a man at the bar caught your attention by staring at you.

vanessa nudged your arm. "go get him. he's rich." your cheeks heated up, walking over to the man. he sipped his drink from the glass. there wasn't much left, mostly just ice.

"hi pretty lady, can i buy you a drink?" he flashed his million dollar smile. "sure." you smiled back as well. vanessa was keeping a close eye on you. knowing the boys around here are hoping the young girls need a sugar daddy.

as your drink came across the bar, the man handed it to you. "i'm grayson, who might you be?" he fiddled with the small red straw in his glass.

"y/n." you blushed.

his eyes lit up. "wow, i love that name."

y/n was broke as hell, but blessed with beauty. that kind that a rich man can't turn down. she caught grayson's eye while she was dancing.

"would you feel uncomfortable if we went to my place? not to hook up or anything, just to talk. you're very pretty." he blushed.

you looked back at vanessa as she gave you the signal. which meant, "go with him". you nodded your head. "okay, grayson. let's go to your place."

she had the looks, he had the mansion.

you walked in to the beautiful home. all white marble floors, a spiral staircase and even a little old woman seemed to be cleaning the house.

"eloise, my dear!" grayson walked over to her, greeting her with open arms and a kiss to the cheek. "go home, love." he smiled, handing her a huge wad of cash.

"that's eloise. she's my maid." grayson smiled.

"y/n, look. i know who your mother is." grayson started off. your eyes went wide, palms started to sweat, and your throats became dry.

"y-you do?"

"indeed. very beautiful woman. i know you guys aren't the wealthiest people here. i know that. i know you only came to this dance for money. i'm willing to help your family out if you do one thing." grayson started off, staring into your eyes.

"sure, what is it?"

"you have to marry me. me and you. married. husband and wife." grayson licked his dry lips. you were shocked, stunned even. "y-you want to m-marry me?" you stammered.

"i want you to be my wife. i want to look at you everyday. although we just met, i know i'm in love with you."

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idek what this is, i stopped it bc i had no idea where it was going, sorry everyone i apologize that my writing is literally trash.

sydney's gonna steal your man 2k17.