Book two
Rhegan Clarke:
A girl who has everything but struggles
to grasp the one thing she truly wants.
" I miss you and I love you so fucking much that it hurts. But it hurts even more to be without you. It hurts that I pushed you away because of...
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" Do you guys like it?" I played with my hair as I stood in front of my bathroom mirror.
My phone was positioned in front of me, allowing the girls to take in my new look. I'd only had it for about a week so far. At first I had mixed emotions and then it grew on me. Short hair made me look more mature and felt like a weight off of my shoulders.
I did miss my long hair, but the short hair embodied a new me.
" It looks great!" Lizzy exclaims.
" You look like a young milf," Jora shoves a handful of honey roasted peanuts into her mouth, nodding her head in approval. Given that Jora had an obsession with milfs, I was taking that as a high compliment,
" Looks better than Jora's Anastasia Steele bangs," Skylar says. " That's for sure." No less than a second after she spoke, did a pillow fly across Jora's screen and fly into Skylar's screen, hitting her in the face.
" Oops," Jora smiled sweetly as Skukar glared at her.
" Sleep with one eye open, bitch," Skylar threatened.
I inhaled deeply, wishing to be with my friends and not a thousand miles away from them. It sucked to leave them and I know that some of them were upset with me for leaving, but they knew that I had to go for my own sanity.
"I love it!" Ayanna smiles, distracting me from the play fighting going on between Jora and Skylar in the background. " It's like a brand new you."
One step closer towards the new me.
" Yeah," I sighed as I pulled up one of two dress options for the charity event. " We shall test that new me theory tonight."
" Oh boy," Ayanna straightened up. " Is she going to be there?"
I shrugged my shoulders as I stepped out of the frame and slipped into the black option. The dress was a delicate sheer fabric, but not too sheer where it would be distasteful to wear. The dress was detailed with ruffles going down the dress.
I pursed my lips as I stared at the dress in the mirror. It fit perfectly but...
" It's too casual," Sade read my mind. " It's giving vacation in the Bahamas. Not spending money in a ballroom surrounded by the filthy rich and privileged who are not so secretly having a pissing contest with each other."
She did have a point. " Maybe I'll save it for Taiwan," I decided, leaving the frame once more to try on my second option.
It was a simpler black dress with a square neckline and a tasteful tiny cutout just over my chest.The dress fit my shape nicely and wouldn't make me look like I was my father's mistress and his daughter instead. You'd be surprised at how many people thought that I was the former.
Disgusting old bastards.
I zipped up the back with trouble and straightened the dress before stepping back into the frame. I did a three-sixty spin for the girls to see and give their input on.
