Once Upon my Polka Dot Undies
"This is all your fault, you know." I said to him with narrowed eyes as we stood in the small cubicle in the women's toilets, trying to hide from our families. "How is this my fault? Our parents planed this behind our backs, I had nothing to do with it!" he hissed back. I shook my head. "I mean it's all your fault we...