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You Are So Cruel
Clara's POV A popular brand just launched a private showcase and as a fashion lover that I was, it was not surprising that I got an invitation. I was already dressed, in a flowy silk dress that was sure to make everyone else look second place, my nails were done, hair on point, lips popping. “You look gorgeous, Miss,” the stylist gushed. I inwardly scowled at her praises. Who was she kidding? Of course, I should be beautiful, after all, I spent lots of money to look this beautiful. “Thank you. Could you please wrap it up?” I said, impatiently. I was already in my car, ready to start the engine, when I got a call from one of my so-called friends. “I would rather not bear these people babbling today.” I sighed, rejecting the call with no hesitation. The person called back and I ignore
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