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“ Welcome to my home, exclaimed Felicity. It's a little small, but my parents couldn't afford much more since half of their income is spent on clothes, beauty salon sessions, photo shoots and beauty pageant entries.
- Can you explain again why I agreed to go with you? I huffed nervously as Felicity pulled up in front of a small two-story villa in the suburbs.
- Because you owe me a favor.
- A favor I'm paying big time. Save me from asking you anything next time.”
Felicity laughed, amused. She was very pretty that night with her curly hair, face makeup in warm tones and lipstick that made her look attractive. She would have been perfect if she had avoided those jeans and that knee-length cardigan that covered her forms.
Both black. She looked more like a shadow than a vibrant
