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Thirty-Seven: An Existential Crisis.

ELIANA.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I combed through my hair and it was then I heard a knock on my door. I didn't have to turn around to see my Grandmother come in. She folded her arms across her chest and her eyes bore enough worry for the both of us.

It was an hour to midnight now. Denver and I should have already been on our way. I realized that I got up. It was hard to move my legs inside of deep-blue resplendent ball gown Nana had given me. She said it belonged to my mother.

No wonder her eyes grew moist when I finally turned back to her.

"You look just like her" There was a crack in her voice. I faced the mirror again, the corner of my lips curling into a faint smile. My hands soothed the corset that hugged around my torso tightly. The gown was elegant and meticulously crafted and I was surprised it was even my size in the first place. But it was perfect.

Especially for tonight.

And the comfort from my Grandma's words seemed to be all I needed at that moment. "Don
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Rose SB
Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid!
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prettysure lourd
Eliana could be as stupid as she is, stubborn for not listening to her grandma instructions
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Melissa
Why oh why would she take the damn necklace off, why must she be so stubborn at the wrong times
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