>Could my day get any worse?I should not have asked that.I had just helped Miss Alyssa Shaw get dressed into a possible wedding dress for her wedding with my cheating ex-boyfriend.“Why do you hate me so much?” She suddenly asked, still looking at herself in the full-length mirror.“I don’t-” I started, but she interrupted me.She turned to face me and said seriously, “Just because I may act like I only think and care about myself doesn’t mean that it is the only truth. I have noticed the way you glare at me often, each time we meet anywhere. Your animosity is not as well-hidden as you would like it.” “Miss Shaw, I-”“Just call me Alyssa and be truthful. What have I done to offend you so much?” She was genuinely curious, and for a moment, I contemplated telling her and reminding her of our real first meeting in the parking lot of her hotel.Before I could answer there were screams from downstairs.She looked at me alarmed and I told her trying to stay calm, “Ma’am, ple
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