❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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Tell me pretty lies, Look me in the face Tell me that you love me, Even if it's fake — Idfc by blackbear
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"Stanford!" called Garrett.
I stopped halfway up the stairs. "What do you want? I'm in a rush."
"Checked the mail today, and found this. Your name's addressed at the back." He walked up to me and handed over a red envelope.
"Thanks," I said drily.
"Oh, and Jordan came by earlier asking where you were."
"What did he need?" He could've called me directly.
Garrett shrugged. "Not sure. I told him you were out with Summer, and might not be back until tomorrow. He just said thanks, then left."
"Well," I waved the envelope dismissively, "thanks for this."
"No probs, man."
I sprinted up the remaining stairs, taking two at a time. I ripped the envelope open as I walked down the hallway to my room, pulling out a paper that read: She knows.
Rage clutched at my chest.
The Marchioness was a few steps ahead of us, controlling the strings and mechanics of the game she was playing. She didn't want us dead yet — I was certain about that part. She was toying with us, testing us, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
Entering my room, I rushed over to the bookshelf to grab the pink diary.
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"Summer?" I called as soon as I opened her door.
I scanned the mess in her room, opened yearbooks scattered on the floor, a purple box toppled upside down on her bed with papers everywhere. I could hear the shower running and the faint sound of music playing in her bathroom. My eyes searched for the red envelope, but found nothing. She probably hid it.
I placed the diary down and headed to the bathroom.
