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50| Put Yourself On Me
"What is this, Safira? Why did you…." Ashley gaped, showing her cake-stained dress. Everyone started laughing secretly and whispering when they woke up from our shock. Ashley looked around and watched them all with a disgusted look. She felt humiliated. Safira – a girl in a bright red dress that was open at the chest and slit up to her thighs, took a step forward after releasing her hand from Aland's grasp. "I hate people who ruin my party. I hate it when people take their attention away from me. You… have defiled this sacred event. You… have also stolen everyone's attention for you with your loathsome attitude!" Ashley chuckled in disbelief. "This is too much!" she shouted. "You… have ruined my dress and makeup!" "Shame on you! You do the same with my invited guests. I can't tolerate
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