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"You look stunning." I said.
"As do you." She said in British and we both laughed. She came to sit beside me.
"I'm guessing you're not a funeral person either." She said looking at the sky.
"Firstly, I don't think anyone's a funeral person." Then she laughed.
"Second, either?"
"I'm gonna let you in a little. My parents were murdered by a mafian gang."
"Woah, What?!" I exclaimed.
"Do you know which gang?" I asked.
"At first I didn't. But I found out some years ago and I plan to take them down no matter what!"
"That's exactly the plan." I said agreeing with her.
"I'm so sorry all that happened to you, but if you ever need any help, you know where to find me." I told her smilling.
Who knew so many people had lost those close to them and were trying their best to look happy for the sake of others?
"Do you ever wonder why were wearing white to a burial?" She asked.
"It is a mourning colour."
"Btw, Dante was looking for you." She said.
"He was?"
"Yeah. I'll go tell him where you are."
"Ok. Thanks." I said as she walked away.
"So this is where you were." His voice interrupted my thoughts.
"How did you come so quickly? Fiona just left to tell you where I was."
"She did? I saw you two and decided to come here." He sat beside me.
He looked hot in his tux
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The Twisted Truth (Editing)
General FictionNothing in her life ever made sense. Why her father hated her, why he tortured her mother, why she was forced to kill her only sibling, and after running away and trying to get revenge on her father, it still didn't add up until she met him. Being a...
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