Violet Iris Rowan, 25, grew up in a poor neighborhood in New York, with her sister and mom. Her mother worked multiple jobs to keep a roof over her daughters head. Violet noticed the money worry at a very young age and decided to take matters into h...
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Today's the day. Let's just get this over and done with. Briella told me that Lavender will be a bit late as she's picking a friend up from the hospital. Which is fine...I guess.
I don't know how many people will be arriving since Rocco took the wheel on this event, knowing I had other things to complete.
I have two business meetings tonight, one with my ex and the other with an accomplished Arabian man. He owns a lot of hotels and casinos around the world, I don't know what he wants off me though.
After all of that is finished, I'm getting shitfaced.
This whole week has been a wonderful nightmare, a few positives, a lot of negatives.
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I patiently waited for Orla to walk out of the hospital, I haven't had sleep in days, it feels as if everyone is the same.
Must be where the moon is at.
The feeling of frustration and exhaustion do not go well together. A full week of planning is not my thing, getting Orla's room ready, picking a dress for this stupid event, a fuck ton of missions and Freya needed me in her store!
But, Orla is finally getting out of hospital. That's the positive to this situation at the moment.
"Violetaaaaa!!!" Orla shouted as she held onto her suitcase. "I'm out!"
I jumped out of my car and ran up to her, bringing her into my embrace. "Let's get you home!" I happily spoke as I messed up her curls.
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