The dinner was a disaster.
Mia was perfect.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
Her voice.
Mia was a goddess.
And she knew.
Her questions caught me offhand.
You looked awkward.
I was flushed to my core.
She knew.
And she flaunted that fact.
E
T
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Mia was perfect.
But I hate her.
And hate those platinum bands.
And hate champagne.
And hate rejecting Reid.
And hate myself for being this way with someone I just met.
And hate saying yes for that Christmas dinner.
Yes Ethan, I hate it.
All.
There used to be a time I didn't
R E G R E T
having fallen for you, but
E T H A N
I'm no angel.
I hate you for making me likethis.