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Amara D'Angelo. A strong and beautiful girl. With not many weaknesses, not much can break her. Untill the moment when her mom didn't answer a simple call. She learned that her mom had died. On her way to a meeting, the jet crashe...
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"I'm sorry. I was wrong for what I did, I had no reason I just did it. I just got defensive, I went out of hand. For that I am sorry." He eyes told it all. He was sorry.
"Hey, no big deal. I mean, I got you back didn't I," I smile. I won't hold it against him. Yes, he is a dick, but in all honesty, if someone came into my home and started living there, I would be the same way. I wouldn't of done what he did, but I would think the same way.
The room went quiet. It was slowly becoming awkward.
"So, there is a party tonight. I already asked dad if you can go. He said it's fine." He looked confused. It was very obvious that he was nervous,"Do you want to go? I'm going. So is Mattia and Carlo."
A party sounds like fun, but with these boys, I don't know how fun it will be. I gave him a questioning look.
"Yes, there will be alcohol. Dad said you can't drink any but in all honesty, I don't care, neither does Mattia and Carlo. That doesn't mean you can get wasted." It's like he read my mind. A party without alcohol isn't a party. I gave him a little smirk.
"Why not. A party sounds fun." He nodded in response.
"Okay. We will be leaving in an few hours." He left the room.
I go in the shower. Washing my hair, then body. I get out and grab my towel. I get over to my closet.
I love picking out party outfits. I want something short and more on the tighter side. I think those type of dresses fit my body more. I look through my closet and find the perfect dress.
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I did my hair and applied light makeup.
I began my way down the stairs. I saw Carlo. He was wearing a basic white shirt and black ripped jeans. He was on his phone, he had a resting bitch face.
"Hey Carlo." I greeted him to make my presence known. He looked up. His eyes were set on me and looked me up and down.
"You look nice Amara." He gave me a small smile and went back to his little world.
