♡ twenty-eight ♡

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Angelina's POV
After so much back and forth talking with the judge, they decided to let her go. It turns out that Nathalie didn't steal anything, someone must've snuck all the jewelry into her purse. They said that they were going to find out who did this. Currently we're on our way back to the house. I can finally see Ethan after what seemed like a long ass day.

~ skip car ride ~

I bursted through the front door, (not literally) to be greeted by my prince, Ethan. He stood up from the couch.

"Babe!!" I jump into his arms.

"Okay, seriously? You just busted me out of jail but didn't even say a word to me ever since." Nathalie speaks up.

"Haha, sorry." I laugh as I wrap my arms around Nathalie's figure.

"Where's Leo? Haven't seen that weirdo in forever." Ethan laughs.

"Oh, he already left." I frown.

"Oh well at least I get to see you." Ethan leans down and places his lips on mine.

"Ewww get a room!" Nathalie covers her eyes.

"Nattie, you might wanna head home. If it wasn't for your mom then I wouldn't have known about you being locked up." I giggle.

"Okay, I'll catch up with y'all later." Nathalie waved goodbye.

"Let's watch a movie!" I suggest.

"Sure." Ethan agreed.

Ethan and I cuddled up and we looked for a movie on Netflix.

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I really don't like this story anymore. I feel like just discontinuing it :/

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