![]() ![]() I make it down the stairs without an event and almost to the front door before Manda stops me. He whistles loudly, eager to go on an adventure. ![]() I grab my garment bag, my backpack, and Shrimp’s cage. Once he sees how horribly uncoordinated I am in heels, he’ll gladly let me wear the flats instead. ![]() Knowing Winston, that’s exactly what he’ll choose. I even grab a pair of flats in case he chooses shoes that are too high to walk in. I’ve already packed my backpack with my undergarments that go with my black dress as well as the accessories to match. Rather than put on the dress that’ll draw the eyes of my wicked stepbrothers and questions from my dad and Manda, I pull on a pair of denim shorts, slide into my brown flip flops, and opt for a black tank top. I can dress up and be his arm candy for the night. Winston craves to humiliate me for sport, but I refuse to let it be because of my looks while we’re out. I actually put on makeup and made an effort. Tonight, my hair is down and in loose, beach waves that hang just past my breasts. Shrimp titters and purrs in his birdy way as though he likes the idea. ![]()
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