Meet Stephanie Lynn Ryder, an almost 21-year-old girl behind on rent, works at a diner for $350 a week and has an oblivious boyfriend who only wants her for the money she makes to buy drugs. Let's just say he gets abusive when she doesn't give him h...
I ran home and saw Tara flipping through some dress magazines.
"Hey, Tee-Tee!" I said pulling her off the couch. I saw she had crumbs all over her because she was eating chips. Did I mention she stress eats?!
"You figured it out?" She asked walking to her room.
"Club!" I grinned.
Tara wore:
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With black heels and her hair just like that
I wore:
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Also with black heels and my hair out
We both looked at ourselves in the mirror and walked out the door. We called a taxi to bring us to the club because something came up and Brad couldn't pick us up anymore. He told us that he would see us there and that he was sorry for any inconvenience. I told Tara and she said she was cool with it.
We got to the club and Tara's voice rings out.
"Alexandre Brad Vuitton?!" She squealed. Brad turned around and ran to Tara.
"Persephone Tara Vuitton!" He said wrapping his arms around her. They hugged and then kissed each other's cheeks.
"Am I missing something here?" I said looking at them like they had 8 heads.
"Alexandre is my brother. My baby brother!" Tara said kissing Brad's cheeks.
"Tu connais Steph, Perse?" Brad said. It must have been French because it was sure as hell wasn't English.
"Unfortunately, Brad, I do know Steph," Tara said faking upset.
"HEY!" I yelled. "RIGHT HERE!" I hissed.
"Oops! Sorry!" She said laughing with Brad.
"You got my invitation to my wedding?" Tara asked him.
"Oui!" Brad
I was majorly confused by the thought of Tara and Brad being siblings, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it could be true. I never did get Brad's last name and if you look at Tara and Brad standing next to each other, you could see a resemblance. Wow, I had two friends that were kids of a very famous designer. When Brad and Tara are finished talking, she drags Lucifer to the dance floor, prompting Brad to walk over to me.
