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Rebel or Belle?

Rebel or Belle?

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Jordyn Bensyl isn't your typical Southern Belle, she hates going to dinner parties, polo matches, and tea parties with her parents stuck up friends. She would rather be at a concert with people who truly understand her. While at one of her Fathers buisness parties Jordyn sees someone who she'd never thought she would see there, and what shocks her the most is..... Well you have to read it to know whats next.
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