Come back, Marietta. It’s so much more fun when I’m not the only one getting
embarrassed.*wants her assistant to sit with her too so if any problem was there they both get embarrassed not only adeline*
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First reader approaches her
Adeline Reilly(FL)
Hey nice to meet you
Reader 1
Hello ma'am I am reading your story and that was awesome*she brings one of her book closes to her face*
Adeline Reilly(FL)
*Take the book and sign on it*
When the second one approches, her body feels something weird
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Adeline Reilly(FL)
*feeling chills*
Adeline Reilly(FL)
*That someone is looking at her *
Adeline Reilly(FL)
*it's obvious that I'm a writer and everyone Is looking at me but this feeling is something weird *
Adeline Reilly(FL)
*looking at the people faces*
Adeline Reilly(FL)
My gaze hooks on a lone person standing in the very back. A man. The crowd
shrouds the majority of his body, only bits of his face peeking through the gaps
between people’s heads. But what I do see has my hand stilling, mid-write.
His eyes. One so dark and bottomless, it feels like staring into a well. And the
other, an ice blue so light, it’s nearly white, reminding me of a husky’s eyes. A
scar slashes straight down through the discolored eye, as if it didn’t already
demand attention.
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