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Auctioned Hearts 14-
The sun peered through my window waking me from my sleep; I grumbled and forced myself out of bed. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and noted the time- it was 6:00 in the morning.
I was sure to grab myself an early shift for today so I can be there when Demyan gets home. I was really touched by how him and Peyton moved my family and provided me with practically every means of living I needed, so I wanted to give him a huge ‘thanks’.
Although it was early I woke myself up enough to function properly…well eventually.
I took a purpously cold shower; it woke up my whole body, sending shivers from my sholders to my toes as I padded out of the shower pushing cold little waterdrops in streams down my form. I dried off with one of the super fluffy towels.
After dressing into my work uniform I gazed at myself in the mirror and decided it wasn’t so bad going out without any make up now and then, considering my make up was ruined and I didn’t have any to use since Demyan didn’t think of ordering some. I’m totally not complaining because he has done so much for me- makeup is something so minuscule it hardly matters- but being honest I feel only a bit frustrated because I wanted to look best possible for Demyan.
Blowdrying my hair quickly it fluffed out wildly; I brushed a strand of blonde hair behind my ear blushing a bit to myself in the mirror.
At least there was a straightener in here.
I picked up the tool careful not to burn myself. I only plugged it in and turned it on a couple minutes ago and it was already on full heat. I brought the straigtner up twisting a piece of my golden blonde hair around it and twisting it around the straightner like it was a curling iron, Hattie had taught me this little trick when my curling iron had last minute died on me. I remembered like it was yesterday.
“Chenoa hurry up! We gotta be there in half an hour!”
“Hattie!” I yelled to her in a shrill voice. “My curling iron it’s broken!”
“Chenoaaa” she moaned frustrated. “I told you not to get a cheap-ass curling iron!” she yelled to me as she fast walked over to the bathroom.
“Here.” She said while taking my straightner and a piece of my blonde hair and wrapping it around the tool.
“Hattie what are you doing?” I looked at her like she was crazy.
“If all else fails bust out of your little stupid thinking box.”
I rolled my eyes at her smiling.
“My box isn’t stupid, you’re just jealous,” I joked.
She laughed rolling her eyes back.
Soon enough my hair was all curled and I just prayed to God that the curls would stay without some hairspray. I compiled all my purse contents together then slipped on my shoes and I was ready to go.
As I walked down to the front desk a kind looking man beconed me over from behind the front desk.
“Ma'am, are you Chenoa?”
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The year is 2015 and Chenoa's family is poor, so they are doing what any regular family would, Auction dates with her off to rich men. When she is won by the dark haired, green eyed celebrity Demyan Levontav things start to heat up. How will Chenoa...