Lucky Heels

Lucky Heels

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 21, 2021
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Fiction
Romance
Today was, without a doubt, the worst in my twenty-two years of life up until now. My outfit? Ruined. Hair? Frizzy beyond help. Make-up? Non-existent. And, the kicker, I managed to blow an interview for the job that was supposed to set me up with a steady paycheck for the next twenty years. Maybe thirty. And....Oh! I almost forgot. I nearly killed someone today as well. Yeah. I'm livin' the dream, right? Not. Pause for a second. Now, as you may have noticed, in the beginning of this I said was. It was the worst day of my existence until...well, until I met him.
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"Everything happens for a reason" Taking the decision to go alone to my brother's wedding was never a easy decision but I took it, even though I hate how I have to face and answer my clan members. But when an unexpected 6'2, brown hair and hazel eyed person appears in front of me and proceeds to tell me or should I say order me, "You aren't going there alone. I will be your date." His words stun me. I might actually faint. A person or my best friend's brother who I rarely interact with, thanks to his rude nature wants to be my date to my brother's wedding. My author self is quite speechless. This might make a good romance novel, no wait! A good murder novel it is. "Are you dead?" "No, I am stunned. What wrong did I do to receive your fellowship?" He raises his eyebrows and glances at his watch and then glares at me like I dared waste his time by asking him questions. Then so be it. I hope whatever games my life is playing right now, I hope they make me win or keep both of us alive. Because I don't know how long will I survive without killing this 6'2 grumpy ass or how long will he survive without killing me. God, help me!

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