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LANA.

The next day, Alexander knocked on my room door and told me to prepare. He was going to take me back home. Getting out, I looked toward the room where his mother was. I couldn't help but think that was his mother, the bracelet made me think so. Why did he keep her in his house? Would she be attending the wedding?

The car ride was silent, he didn't speak to me, and it broke me. Every part of me was broken to the core. He smelled nice, I wanted him. Every part of me yearned for him regardless of the situation that we were in. My pride was hurt; I begged him and asked him to touch me, but he refused. I felt cheap for even begging him to touch me and look at my body.

Throughout the ride, I looked out the window, watching the tree move past us. Tears grew in my eyes but I pushed them back as I did not want him to see me cry. Getting home, he packed in the driveway. When I got out of Alexander's car, the front door opened and Stepmom walked out. Annalise was behind her, she had a