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Christina KingThis is one of the moments in my life where I have to make a decision that changes literally everything. I never texted Alex for a very obvious reason and I only had her number because my mom forced me to. Ever since, I had it saved on my phone and never used it, not even once. She also had mine and never texted me either so I guess it was just something neutral. I never imagined that this day would come, when I would pick up my phone myself and be the first to text. To me, it really didn't matter who did it first. It's not like I hated her or anything, we just never got along well from childhood and I guess the foundation of our friendship was broken even before it started. What I was about to do could mean a lot of things on her side and I was supposed to but I didn't care anymore. I was very sure Alex wouldn't want to bring up any reason to make me feel worse about myself after hearing I knew what happened between she and Lucas. I wasn't bringing it up as a threat
French Rose Chapter 30
Christina KingWho would've expected Alex to invite me to her house? I got there about thirty minutes ago and while thinking of how awkward the conversation was going to be, waited in her sitting room. I couldn't just help but notice how everything in the building was fancy, you wouldn't spot a speck of dust on the table or a single stain on the white tiles. Everything was made to perfection and I, not being used to stuff like that, had to make myself the neatest and most disciplined I could be. Just imagine me walking out of her house after breaking her mom's favourite vase. Anyways, the wait was not too long like I thought it would be. I only stayed about five to ten minutes before I saw her walking towards me. It was that moment things started to get a little weird. I did know which to do, smile or just stare and before you come at me, imagine standing face to face with someone you wouldn't spend a minute with. I didn't know if it was her regular look without make up but Alex l
French Rose Book Prologue
THE FOLLOWING WORDS, NAMES, EVENTS, INCIDENTS AND STORY ARE FICTIONS OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PEOPLE, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURRELY COINCIDENTAL. STORY INFRINGEMENT OR PLAGIARISM IN FORMS INCLUDING UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION, DISTRIBUTION, EXIBITION OR ANY FORM AT ALL WILL RESULT IN SEVERE CONSEQUENCES AND CRIMINAL PROSECUTION. COPYRIGHT 2020A SHODIMU SOPHIA, DREAM_WRITER11 NOVEL.FRENCH ROSE.Written from Christina King’s point of view.Three. I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day. Two. Thinking of it, she was taking quite an amount of time. The kitchen up to my room was a two minute walk or even less. I'd been staring at the clock and saw she'd been walking for about f
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I sighed and sunk back into the seat, starring at the window for the one billionth time that dayI had my aunt with me and I originally thought she would be with me throughout the whole trip so it made me feel better. It was saddening to later realise the only reason she decided to go with me was to get food locally made there and free transport. I wasn't shocked to realise it, knowing aunty Kayla only did things that would benefit her. Nothing more, nothing less.Still, it was nice to have someone with me throughout the hours I would spend here but my company was too busy eating and scrolling down her phone to pay the slightest attention to me. "He said it last minute" "Yeah""And I have no idea why I'm going. I mean, it doesn't make any sense, I don't know how the whole thing works""Oh really?""I have a very strong feeling you're not paying any attention to me"She looked just as bored as the tone in her voice when and turned to me and said "Look here sweetie, I'm only here as
French Rose Chapter 2
I battled a lot of insecurities when I was younger. There was always this thing about looking at the mirror and just feeling incomplete. It wasn't just limited to staring at myself alone, just looking at someone else made me feel inferior. It could just be simply walking down the hallway or taking a glance at the type of life I wanted, one that was far above my reach. I had certain standards I wanted to meet and there were shapes I wanted myself to morph into as a teenager. I watched a lot of videos and did a lot of things and of course, it didn't work. Why? Cause my type of Insecurities isn't just about the way I looked. Freedom, memories I was meant to make as a teenager, things normal for others but bad for me, those were the type of things i looked at the most. It went on to affect the way I spoke to people. There were many people that tagged me as proud and there were many that still liked me even with that type of reputation. Simlly beause I had a family that already built a l
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"The car would be ready to pick you up in five minutes Christina" She gave me a small nod before taking her leave. The woman deserved a medal for her hard work, she'd been on her feet for hours now. Kaitlyn, who I didn't know was present till earlier that evening, was someone hired by my parents for occasions like this. I'd seen her a few times earlier in my life, she always came around to help my parents, mostly my mom, when she needed to be somewhere. From all I knew, she was the sweetest person on the planet. All this years I used to see my mom do stuff like this, I never knew this is actually all she went through. There were a lot of processes that led to this. I got a lot of options for the dress but settled for anything they picked out for me. Honestly, I really didn't mind what kind it turned out to be. When I saw it later, it wasn't as good as I expected it to be but they went though a lot to find that one so I couldn't just tell them to pick another. I also had to pick out t
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The place isn't what I expected for a kind of party like this. Yes, it was in a very big estate with cool houses and stuff like that but the outside was oddly quiet. There were only a few people outside and they were obviously apart of the security team. There was no paparazzi, not a single one. No flashes from cameras or people asking questions I definitely wouldn't want to answer. The outside was quiet and it's not like I expected to hear any music from the outside but at least you'd know a party when you see one. I was still in the car when I considered how possible it was for the whole thing to be a plan for me to be kidnapped or something. Definitely a stupid thought, seeing Kaitlyn was here with me and I wasn't in the middle of nowhere but why would it look like this? I then remembered dad said something about this, William's party was usually a secret to the public. Seeing the way things was actually took a bunch of worries away. The thought of the paparazzi was one of the t
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"Oh great, I'll be looking foward to that" Also hoping you'd forget anytime soon. Truth is, he didn't look like he was going to forget at all and I really had to look forward to it. Well, he didn't seem like a bad person and he also happens to be around my age which is an advantage too. Besides, I've heard my parents talk about the good and bad people and William and his family always happened to be well spoken of. Excluding the fact dad said Leo messes around with girls, every other thing is okay. Definitely, he'll get bored trying to mess around with me even if he tried. There wasn't much to Christina King herself. If it exceeded the comfort of my room, I either get bored or tired and the feeling spreads around quick. The bright side is, he wasn't one that tried to get any personal information. "I'm very sure you don't know France as much as you used to before. Remember when we used to run around as kids? And the time you hit your head from trying to ride my bicycle?""Wow, you re
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