ia's

ing out. I walked up to the door, pouted,

Greetings Chloe, who of

ll that led directly to my bedroom. Right now, all I wanted to do was lie on my bed an

chool. We have similar hair colors and are about the same height. Occasionally, someone may ask if we are identical. She now has our fathe

es met. Her eyes glowed with sadness, and her face conveyed inequality. With the same expression occu

hands, Mother inquired, with Dad and Scarlett trailing closely behind. Th

if you choose not to. You are free to do this

bout this decision, it

mpting to have your daughter clean up your mistake

it's just... the consequences

? That is twisted. My mom broke down. Her look terrif

pable of stealing everything we own. There are so many things at risk-yo

ail in the case! Th

must take this action; it's not what I had in mind,

h I have made my share of sacrifice

t over this. Everybody was staring at me with their mouth agape. I ave

ly and cause so many of our diligent employees to lose their jobs. When I have the key to solve it, I can't ju

ok so astonished, as I t

oice. Maybe this was a good thing. After taking a bath, I got into my pajamas. Perched on my bed, I surveyed the space. It was comfortable and homey, though not as mag

uddenly knocke

, Scarlett peered inside.

hed a

said you ca

re entering directly and

eel better." With a giggle, she reached behind her

e, a white shirt, and a royal blue suit. His dark hair was a tangle of expertly styled hair. His eyes were

lier. I could not stop staring at him since he looked so good. Too bad he

gible bachelors in the world, and your

use

e enough to swoon over? He's worthy of the front cover, lite

e he is to deal with. My interaction with him has taught me that, at this point, the only

ly begun to take effect." Scar said, her eyes fixed on m

an idea. It's not a prob

ing, "No thank you,"

icance of this sacrifice, I could tell. I have a lot of years ahead of me with this man, and even if we end up divorcing, I will always be connected to him because of the media and everyone

m leaving the magazine for yo

" I tried calling after her, bu

ike he's looking directly at me? How come? Do you think you can break into my residence as well?

the scissors to tear off the magazine's front cover. Later, when I realized how ridiculous what I had done