Glances

Glances

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Bennett Fisk, a rising editor in the magazine world, is known for her cutthroat attitude, her fierce fashion sense (No, I'm not letting that horrible Paco Rabanne jacket be in the shoot), and her extremely disarming good looks. Everyone is awed by the glitz and glamour in her life yet no one knows how simple Bennett really lives. Her trashed apartment in downtown Manhattan would make any person gasp in horror from the discarded designer clothes thrown about in a careless manner, to the week-old Chinese takeout boxes which she forgets about until it starts to stink (What the hell is that smell?). Bennett enjoys her carefree personal life until one man's glance on the subway starts to unravel it all.
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I was twelve years old the first time I saw Parker Wells. I was fighting with my earring to put it in its place in my ear in front of my mirror; a look of sadness possessed my features, thinking about every thing that was wrong with my face and the few possibilities I had to fix none of them. His face appeared in the little reflection. Through the window behind me, I could see his house and his car beside it. He was in the drivers seat and I could hear the truck's noise. He looked grown up, and I was a just a girl. He was looking at me intently anyway. I never thought you could long for someone that bad just by a look. I sadly never saw him again, but I dreamt of him every night. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he'll be my prince and save me. After six years, I got tired of waiting. If he won't show up, I'll be my own prince. I'll save myself.

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