31. Moved on

Dahlia Carrington

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Christopher wasn’t that bad a person and I could see myself being friends with him if our parents weren’t pushing us to get together.

We had walked a lot and we had to take several stops to recuperate at intervals. However, I was actually having fun; much more fun than I’d had in a long time. Aside from Anya and Damon, whom I haven’t properly talked to in a while, he was the only one who knew everything about my situation. I didn’t have to walk on eggshells around him or tiptoe around the topic concerning my family and background.

I could be myself with him and laugh about my childhood experiences because he related to them as well. I wasn’t the first girl they’d tried to set him up with, but at least, he had a choice to refuse them. His parents’ only issue was that he shouldn’t marry a woman from a low-class family.

“Should we just take a picture now so we don’t have to worry about that when we go on our date?”

I thought about it. It was dark but the street ligh