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Who’s the girl with the silky waist-length dark brown hair, smoldering greyish blue eyes and kissable pink lips you ask? Well, it’s Destiny Vanderbilt of course. Everyone knows her as party girl at her high school with a bad reputation and the most gorgeous eyes. The guys worship the ground she walks on and this makes every girl love her and hate her at the same time. But cross her, it’ll be your last. That is, until a certain childhood best friend suddenly reappear in her life after a long absence and this time she finds someone worthy of her match, someone who sees beyond her act. They say the prettiest eyes cried the most tears and no matter how hard you fight, old feelings will resurface eventually.
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