A/n: Happy New year to all! Thank you for all those who have added my story to their reading lists, you don't know how thankful I am to all of you! I hope you could spread the word about this story and please do continue to support me through voting and commenting - you all know how I'd love to hear your thoughts. By the way, I said before that I'm going to finish this story before 2017 end, but obviously, I wasn't able to do that. My grandma from the province visited us together with my cousins and they stayed for almost a week and the holidays definitely got my writing time away due to a lot of things. But now I'm back! Let's give a strong kick to the year 2018!
God bless and cheers to all!
~ Miss Elle
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Anna
"Ouch!" I squeal in protest as Cindy was trying to assemble the last set of laces on my dress.
"You better stay still, Annie, or else, we won't be ending soon." she reminds me.
"Oh, if only I knew that this dress would take so much of my time -"
"Our. Our time, Annie." she stresses.
"Fine!"
"After this, I will be doing our make-up -?"
"No, I'll do mine." I cut her sentence. She glares at me through the mirror in front of us.
"Don't you trust me, Annie?" she says with her narrowed eyes then continue fiddling with the laces.
"I do. But you'll be doing your witch wicked make-up."
"So?"
"I just thought that maybe you'll have a conflict of character when you do mine after -"
"I'll do you first." she cuts on my sentence. Her grip on my back tightens, I almost squeal again. It's as if she's telling me to shut up right now.
But I will not be waived.
"Vice versa." I say as cool as I can be.
"You're really trying me, Annie." Her hands move fast through the laces.
"I just don't want you to get tired."?
"Well, I'm not." Mm. She still wants to win. But so am I.
"You're not yet done there." I point out.
"So?" This is the last card that I have. I look at my phone which is sitting comfortably at the table in front of me. I pick it up and glance at the screen. Shoot.
"It's already 5:45 pm..." I remind her and I'm also shocked by the time. She suddenly stops.
"5:45...?"
"Yes. 5:45." I confirm. With that, her hands are almost flying behind me. Going there, going that, fiddling here, fiddling there, that I can hear the laces producing friction as they hit one another. Then not long after, she stands.
"I'm done!" she exclaims and goes directly towards her make-up kit, picks it up then she sits down beside me in front of the mirror.
"Do your thing now, Annie." she speaks to me through the mirror. Haha. Seems like my dear friend is really in a hurry now -
"Move. Now." she says through her gritted teeth. She starts taking out the make-up items like the lipsticks, blush-on, powder, concealer, mascara, eyeliner, and the eye shadow box. There is still some other stuff that she brings out, but I'm not actually knowledgeable as to what's the name of those other stuffs.
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Heartbeat Song
RomanceI'm Anna Sparks. I've been through many things that an average person could not even imagine, even in her dreams. I had a rough and crazy past during my childhood and adolescent years. And I had run away from them all at once. It's been five long...
