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❛ 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 . . . ❜ 022. PETUNIA
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SEATTLE
It's kinda funny, isn't it?
Beth had spent all of this time and all of this energy on being a better person–– on being the better person.
She'd bit her tongue and bided her time and let the whole world just pass normally, like she hadn't wanted to yell and scratch and bite like a mean dog backed into the corner––
But as she sat in that Church, in a home of peace and virtue and grace, she realised that being the better man was no longer an option.
No.
Had it really been an option at all?
Honestly, she wasn't sure of that answer.
But what she was sure of, now, was this:
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wouldn't it be fun for Beth Montgomery to ruin Mark Sloan's life?
Just like he'd ruined hers.
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NEW YORK
If you were to ask Beth what she thought about the sudden friendship that bloomed between her boyfriend, Calum, and her fake boyfriend, Mark, she would've laughed and answered with one very definitive statement:
I couldn't be happier!
(Translation: I'm killing myself tonight 🙂)
When Addison had stated that, alongside this media circuit, she wanted to completely revamp everything about Mark Everett Sloan, she'd understated exactly the lengths she wanted to go. Somehow, the word 'revamp' didn't capture the military format of the operation Addison launched that day while Mark tried on different suits––
And Of course, out of all of them, there was only one that could fit Addison's vision.
"What do you think?"
It'd been the night of the gallery opening when Mark had asked her that question.
He'd called it across an overcast, twilight-drenched street in mid-October along with her name.
Beth was mid-step, making her way across the sidewalk as she saw him for the first time. Windswept, collar perfectly placed and hair gelled meticulously. It was the kind of sight that made her pause.
