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2 | The Invitation
Phoebe’s POV
I stare at the maroon-colored envelope with disdain when I notice the gold engraved ‘W’ in the midst of the smooth hard paper.
Placing it back on the kitchen counter, I stroll towards the beige leather couch and flop down on it.
The cool leather makes contact with my bare back-side as the white silk material of my robe rides up. I honestly never bother to put many clothes whenever I’m inside the safe confines of my home, which has become a habit, ever since I started living on my own.
My mind keeps on wandering back to the maroon envelope that contained yet another trip to doomland. The Woodward’s were hosting their annual gala and this time I have to attend. Why if you ask me? It’s simply because my beloved parents can’t make it.
Over the last eight years, I’ve avoided this event at all costs, much to my parent’s disappointment but now that I thi
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