[ prologue ]
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"Arista, will you marry me?"
"I…"
FUCK.
What is he thinking?
I'm too young.
We've only been together a year and a half.
He's a footballer who has just joined one of the most prestigious teams in the world.
I still don't know if I can trust him.
Will he even still want to be with me when he could have any woman he could ever want?
FUCK.
"James, I…"
What does he want from me?
Does he want me to fall madly in love like he's some kind of prince charming?
"No."
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So here is the prologue.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
Like I said, there will be slow updates on this story.
Thank you for your support.
I love you.
-clary. xx
