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When I was nine I had my first crush. He had blue eyes and dark brown hair.

He hated me

He always made fun of my appearance. I had oversized glasses, frizzy unmaintainable hair and lack of fashion sense. I loved him nevertheless.
Our parents were close friends so they try to let us bond every chance they get.

That was a few years back anyway.

I accepted the fact the we'll never be even friends on my eighteenth birthday when he was forced to attend my party with a gift in hand. That day he publicly embarrassed me in front of both our parents colleagues and my well wishers.

The gift you ask? Well apparently our parents secretly engaged us and the gift was proof. both me and him was surprised. he hurt me to the core. As I said it was years ago.

Now I no longer wear glasses and you'd be surprised how my hair looks now. I'm the own of several chain boutique which mainly caters to high status people- I cater for everyone, but I've been getting my support from the wealthy ones.

I've changed a lot since I was eighteen. Ashley summers isn't the same girl Hakeem wright saw back then.

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