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    Falling Hard for Miss Right- Chapter 1

    Chapter 1 

    Tina POV

    I couldn’t believe I had once again allowed Eric to get away with his laziness. I had told him at least one hundred times already that he had to tell me at least a few days ahead of time when we had plans for the weekend, but no!! He had to tell me this morning. He even had the nerve to tell me that I had to look impressive because this Porter woman was really a very special lady. I have heard hundreds of stories about her, and she doesn’t seem so special. She barely even sounds like a nice person. The biggest lesbian player in LA. She would only be pleasant if she got her way. I couldn’t understand people and their obsession with jerks.

    After examining every item of clothing in my closet three times, I decided that nothing was suitable enough for what Eric wanted. It was time to go shopping. As I drove to the mall, I debated making last minute plans with a friend to avoid having to attend another extremely boring gallery opening. All they ever had at those silly little openings was a bunch of artwork I couldn’t even understand. I couldn’t see the point. People always told me I was supposed to be good with all forms of art, but I am much better with movies than stillfom. I just wish Eric would understand that his hobbies aren’t always mine. Honestly, I love him, but he can be so thickheaded that I hate him.

    After almost two hours hopping from store to store, I finally decided on a black evening gown. Simple but stunning was what the woman behind the counter called it, and it seemed to fit my curves well. Hopefully the gown would be good enough for Eric.

    As I stepped outside to my silver Ford Fiesta, I tried to get psyched for this evening. I told myself how good a time I was going to have, but all I could think of was that I’m going to be meeting Bette Porter. How could this day get any worse? As I pulled up to our apartment, I put on a smile that I hoped didn’t show my frustration. I climbed up the steps and opened the door.

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    1. if you feel the need or mood to write, then just do it! don’t give a damn about anybody else’s opinion! ;) (but you obviously got a nice feedback, so one more reason…)

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