FIFTY EIGHT

It's been a few weeks now, and my feelings for Alex have been growing stronger. We went on long walks, had deep conversations, and checked out some places in the city together.

I couldn't believe how much I had fallen for him. He was kind, caring, and made me feel seen and heard in a way that no one else ever had.

But despite my growing feelings for Alex, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Vincent and Micheal won't stop pushing.

I tried to push the thought aside and focus on the present moment, but it was hard to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach.

As the day of our proper date approached, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness.

What would the night bring? Would it be the start of something special, or would it end in disaster?

I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on getting ready for the night ahead.

I put on my dress and did my hair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

What would the night bring?

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