Eli woke the day before everything became dark for her.
She didn't know who was playing tricks on her.
She wanted to believe someone played tricks on her. She didn't know what to do, who to talk to.
It annoyed her greatly.
All she ever wanted was a deluxe beach villa, with a gorgeous abode welcoming people with a grand and gleaming door, poised to impress.
Within, a spacious living room bathes in natural light from floor-to-ceiling windows. ...
The kitchen gleams with polished counters, stainless steel appliances, and a meal-prep island. ...
Upstairs, bedrooms boast plush bedding and ample storage.
She is a pretty picky person, so it isn't surprising that she wanted a lot of specific things. She wanted a lot of things to the point she wanted her boobs to be measured in a specific size. And yes, it is pretty much every girls dream.
She was tired of not understanding things. She doesn't even understand calculus, but then the universe gives her power over things. She doesn't even have an agenda.
Narrator:Tell me, which female lead have you ever heard of that doesn't have an AGENDA?
Well this is the first of that kind, and she is having an internal battle of what to do. She is debating with herself, and she seems to be on both sides. She wants to open her door and go downstairs to check on things, but she is scared the outcome will be like Mr. Alejandro.
She doesn't even remember what reality looks like. Just as she stood up, we can see a Calendar the says today is the 17 of March. This is the day her dad died. Just as she reached for the doorknob, a person walks into the room.
A person with a square jaw could be seen, high cheekbones, brows well sculpted, high forehead, broad shoulders and seemingly being dressed intelligently could be seen with smiling eyes.
Such a specific family.
Papa!? a word Eli got used to could be heard ringing all around the room in the chill of the night.
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