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I'd always sworn to myself that if ever I came face to face with these girls again I'd be in designer clothes and on the arm of a billionaire. But that wasn't my luck. Instead, I was out in the middle of nowhere Britain, dressed in a medieval gown like some cosplayer, and there were no rich men around.
Why hadn't they come to Greece last month when I'd been on billionaire playboy Tresor Mohandis’s yacht? I'd been hanging out in the Royal Olympic Hotel's penthouse with Nia and the Greek gods wearing boutique wares from exclusive shops. I'd been hanging with the world's most powerful superheroes, saving humanity just a couple of weeks ago.
But no, my school nemeses had to do a drive-by when I'd been demoted to an errand girl.
It had been over ten years since last I saw these girls. Aft
