HIGHEST RANKING #80
"Will you work with me in a civil manner?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Just answer the question, Grey."
"I just told you I want to win this too. I don't have a choice, do I?" I mumbled irritably.
"Good, because we are going to be the be...
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“There's no need to complicate 'Cause our time is short, This, oh this, this is our fate, I'm yours.”
-I'M YOURS
“You look beautiful in that dress, Your eyes shine brighter than the stars, Oh, what story is this, of ours.”
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I HAVE NEVer been one to play the game of 'dress up', not even when I was a kid. In fact, the only Barbie I got was a special Disney edition of Pocahontas, because I always dreamt of becoming like her someday. So it suffices to say that, when I had the task of dressing up for a particular wedding, especially when I was accompanying a particular hazel-eyed boy, I was absolutely clueless. After debating with myself for nearly 10 minutes, I finally opened Pinterest to check out a few hairstyles. Settling on a low chignon, I decided to get to work.
After struggling with the loose strands, I finally gave up on taming them, thus making my chignon look messier than intended. Leaving my hair as it is, I took out the dress from my wardrobe, quickly changing into it and putting on my earrings. I glanced at the clock that read 3:15. Realising that Braydon could be here any minute, I decided to not opt for a full makeup. Putting on my nude lipstick and eyeliner, I gave myself one last glance before rushing out of my room to fetch Jasmine's heels. Just as I finished putting my heels on, I heard the doorbell ring.
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Carrying my sling bag and making sure that the essentials are in there, I walked towards the door just as another bell rang.
Wow, somebody is patient.
“Coming, coming,” I muttered, opening the door.
“Jesus, Colours could you take-” Braydon started but stopped just as I stepped towards him.
