Alexander Reins “Come on Zoey, we're going to a restaurant in this resort, not a night party.” I groaned, closing the newspaper and placed it on a cupboard, as I glanced at my wristwatch. “I have to look good, waiting for just a few more minutes is not going to do any harm. You've been doing it all along anyway, moreover, I've got to do this eyeshadow right.” She rambled from the inside and I huffed in response, leaning back against the chair, We could've just had dinner in our room, just as we've been doing since we came here. However, she insisted on going to the restaurant to have a meal for a reason best known to her, and she has been sitting before the dressing table for over an hour, smearing God's knows what on her face. I can't say I'm starting to regret agreeing to this holiday, it was all her idea to begin with. In contrast to the fact that she always has her way, whether I like it or not.“Why are you all shouting?” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her pause on the table a
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