Mia, a struggling waitress and Tristian, a high-spirited play boy. Mia tries to run away from him but Tristian is not the one to give up easily.
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Mia's best friend, Troy ripped a piece of her heart out when she realized that he loves another...
But he, that dares not grasps the thorn should never crave the rose. - Anne Bronte
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I sat up in bed, frowning and worried that maybe he had been a dream after all. Not sure why I still feel that it's not Troy. The voice, eyes and that damn cute dimple— it's different.
In fact, maybe the entire night had been a dream. Had Troy really given me a kiss and called me love? Had Troy smiled at me and accepted my love? It all seemed too good to be true.
No dream. He'd been real, and he'd kissed me, and it had been magical. So wonderful and magical. I can feel the taste of his lips. It feels different than I have ever felt. I can't help but wish to have more. I want him but something is stopping me.
It's not Troy. My heart keeps chanting it as if it's a newly invented prayer.
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I stare at the dinning table and saw a maid bringing the plates and food to the table and placing them neatly. From the corner of my eyes I see Troy walking towards me with two women behind him. I turn towards them with a smile. Is that his sisters?
My eyes turn wide when I realize one of the them. The first woman is Tessa, the receptionist in the restaurant were we work. She was almost my height, add an inch or two. She was lean with brown wavy, short hair that complimented her hazel eyes. She's wearing a blue dress that ends just above her knees and hugged her beautiful body. I never talked much to anyone so I don't know anything about Tessa but she seemed nice. What is she doing here?
The second woman is a bit shorter than me with blonde straight hair, blue eyes and looks gorgeous in her black dress which showed off her body. Frankly speaking, I didn't like her. She had the same look as the Head-waitress who likes troubling me.
I turn my gaze towards Troy who was wearing the same white shirt which he wore when he picked me up. Moreover, his eyes are brown not blue. There's no way he changed his dress within few minutes. It wasn't Troy. A brother perhaps? Twin? I don't know what to think or how to handle the situation.
