Mini puts earrings into my earlobes. I peer at him, he's sitting on the couch, hovering his fingers on the laptop, but I catch him looking at me many times. His chest is too sculpted, I can easily count each one of his six abs. I'm not comfortable in a blouse, but Mini has shown me my pictures in such dresses. I'm astounded, my mother hasn't killed me yet. My hair is down and wavy. Mini did a little makeup on my skin. I glance at my reflection this time, instead of him. "Thank you," I smile looking up at her. "Welcome baby, " She leaves a small kiss on my head. I hesitate. I don't want them to think anything wrong, " I wanna talk to him alone," I say and both stop. I wasn't allowed to do anything on my own, my mother will beat the hell out of me. I'm glad she's not here. I hate her.  
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