"Wake up wake up" gwen sat up in her बिस्तर and brushed the sleep out of her eyes "what time is it ?"she asked "its 9 am" bridgette repled looking hard at gwen somthings not right thought bridgette gwen still had her make up on she never slept wih her make up on "gwen are आप alright ?" "yeh never better " but she was not alright somthing was trouboling her.
bridgette and gwen shared a small flat right in the middle of town they had been on holiday for 2 weeks in scotland and thats were gwen had changed.Bridgette hadnt noticd at first but now that they were घर it was getting worse. Gwen used to...
“Ugh, what's the difference between two-ply regular and a large?” Courtney muttered to herself. “I mean, the regular is small but durable; the large has और quality but it breaks easily.”
Courtney just growled and dumped both of the paper towels in the shopping cart. She went to go grocery shopping, because her refrigerator was basically empty. She was with Bridgette, who was currently engrossed in the कचरा, जंक, रद्दी खाना section.
“Bridgette, be healthy!” Courtney yelled so Bridgette could hear her. “And be thrifty!”
Courtney had दिया up on trying to keep track of where Duncan was carrying her. After heading through a series of alleys and open areas behind tenement buildings full of trash and rats, they were in some neighborhood of downtown Chicago that was even और poor than the one that Frank lived in. Besides that, Courtney was completely lost. She couldn’t run away now, at all. If she tried, she’d get लॉस्ट and maybe end up getting raped द्वारा some dirt-poor man who was divorced. Courtney silenced a gasp with her palm. Was Duncan going to rape her?
Courtney Pembrooke was walking along the cracked sidewalks of downtown Chicago. It was 1924, and her long sky-blue dress was swishing around her ankles with each step she took. Her matching blue high-heels were click-clacking on the sidewalk, and her straight brown hair frantically swished across her tanned face in the chilly wind of the Windy City. The sky was gray, as a storm was blowing in. Smooth paper rubs in Courtney’s bra, the only सुरक्षित place where she keeps her money.
Courtney was headed to the सड़क, स्ट्रीट corners of Michigan Avenue and Randolph Street. The salty air from Lake Michigan...
I was still worn out from the flight. But here I am getting ready for the wedding. I don’t care much for the ceremony, and won’t understand a word they’ll be saying but I will try to look interested and happy. (Ugh) The reception should be fun, I am not a party girl but Trent will be with me and introducing me to his family (god I hope not. I am so nervous. He कहा that they will eat me alive, but they don’t matter) O well I just need to survive this night and then it’s just me, Trent (and family (double ugh)) and Spain!!!!!!!