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Cindy's mother and sister had both returned home in the past week. The teenager's life was back to normal at last. She was no longer staying with her stepfather but instead at her own two story house. She would be lying if she said she didn't miss the agitating man.
The blonde aimlessly flipped through the television channels, trying to find some good background noise that she could finish her Calculus homework to. However, she stopped short when she was his face on T.V. After not hearing his voice for a few days, it was comforting to hear it even though it came from speakers instead of in person.
"Mr. Shepherd, tomorrow is your mother's birthday. Everyone in Washington D.C. knows she's an important woman so tell me, how is she celebrating another year?" The reporter asked Duncan who stood in front of Shepherd Hall.
He laughed, a chuckle that would seem authentic to others but Cindy had heard his real laugh and that wasn't it. "I will be throwing my mother a birthday party tomorrow night. In fact, the president's wife herself is going to be in attendance."
After a few more questions that he answered with ease, he gave the camera a charming smile, and the live feed cut to men and women sitting around a table discussing what they believed would be happening at one of the infamous Shepherd parties.
CINDY: I wasn't invited to any party, D. 🥺 1:32 PM
D.💛: You're my stepdaughter. Your attendance was automatically expected. 1:36 PM
CINDY: Sureeee. I'll see you, tomorrow. 1:37 PM
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The teenager felt out of place as she always did at these types of parties. The kind of parties meant for the political elite and famous socialites. Looking around the crowded living room, Cindy caught sight of a few other teenagers who obviously felt the same way. Their parents had made them dress up and dragged them along to a party where they didn't know anyone.
While the blonde had willingly come to the party, she hadn't seen her reason for doing so: Duncan. Lately, she had found herself finding any reason to see him, speak to him, or just generally doing anything involving him.
Before she had the chance to introduce herself to any of the other teenagers who appeared bored out of their minds, a hand grabbed onto her wrist. Quickly turning her head to see who had the nerve to touch her in such a way, she instantly started smiling. In front of her stood Aaron.
"We really have to stop meeting like this." She told him, wrapping her arms around his torso, happy to see a familiar face.
