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Brielle looked in the full length mirror. She smoothed down her black knee length dress and slid on her sandals. She put on a bit of lipgloss and headed towards the sea.
She twirled a lock of red hair around her finger nervously, looking around for Damien. Or Tristan. But she assumed it would be Damien.
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when she thought of Damien. She went up to her tip toes and looked around again.
She twirled a lock of red hair around her finger nervously, looking around for Damien. Or Tristan. But she assumed it would be Damien.
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when she thought of Damien. She went up to her tip toes and looked around again.