All fall down

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America's POV

A knock on the door.

I ran to get it.

The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a strong cologne.

Maxon stood before me holding a dress.

We stood there ackwardly.

I wrapped my robe around myself.

"Um. America, Daphne's coming today. I here to deliver a dress to you. "

He hands me a blue dress with a small smile, begging for forgiveness.

I giggled

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I giggled. A fake one obviously, "This is not a dress, it's a ball gown! "

"There's a ball. And you have to wear this when we greet them. Please America, my father—"

"I know. Fine." I cut him off.

He nods meekly.

"Hey, I'm sorry. There's nothing on with me and her. I still love you, can you—"

"Me too." I reply simply with a smile.

He managed to smile weakly.

"I—" he started.

I slammed the door.

I slide down, my back on the door.

What should I do? My body won't accept him.

I pace around my room.

My maids came and hurriedly dressed me while I was in a daze.

"I'm going to let you hair down, a little by the side? With pins so it wouldn't fly all over the place? A diamond pin to add some sparkle? "Mary suggests.

I grinned. "Sounds good."

I watched Lucy put on jewelry and I quickly slip on the heels.

Anne come over and powders my face.

"A little mascara, lipstick?" She wondered.

I shook my head. "A little mascara, and lip gloss. No concealer or lipstick please."

Anne nodded. "You didn't need concealer."

I smiled.

"I want to be out quick. I need to see Kriss." I told them.

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