ARABELLA'S POV
I couldn't believe my luck, I had found a job. As a stripper... Okay it's not as good as I thought it sounded but hey, it's a job.
I was seated in a leather salon seat with a woman caking make up on my face and massaging gel into my long wavy hair.
" Go to the dressing room, you'll find you outfit in there." The stylist said in a fake British accent. I laughed to myself and headed to a bright sparkley pink curtain that held my outfit and changing space behind it.
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Suicidal Love
ФанфикArabella finds herself at loss of words when she finds herself orphaned. But a few years later when she turns 18 and is kicked out of the orphanage, she is sleeping on the streets trying to raise money for an apartment working as a stripper. That is...
