The Mate Of Vampire Prince

The Mate Of Vampire Prince

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Eliza P.O.V I was in my home feeling bored when I heard mom screaming my name eliza eliza yes mom I yelled back. Come done mom yelled from living room . I went down and said why are you calling me?? Wear this we are going to see your fiance ! I gave mom WTF look. Have she gone mad I am only 19 and she didn't told me that I am getting married. I was pissed off at her. I yelled back at her I am not going anywhere . " yes u are n u are getting married no buts" " now go wear the dress we are going in half an hour" I sign n took the dress n went to my room n then to closet. Dress was in red color sleeveless n backless too it was till my knee. I quickly got ready n put some foundation ,eyeliner, lipstick n went down. Mom gave me red color heels .I wear it n we went to party were I going to meet my fiancé . ( after 10 ) we reached the place n went in I saw a really hot guy sitting in table n talk to her mom .
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