MY CRUSH BANDIT
arrive; perhaps it was a Sicilian custom; perhaps it was my freckles? I don't think so because my many suitors have praised them along with my honey-colored eyes, my brown hair, and my
wanted to avoid their most successful song, which talks about heartbreak. I felt that the bouquet was getting heavier,
and take me to Oz or somewhere; possibly this cretin had the s
s. It already looks like a funeral. I don't know what to do. Perhaps if I drink the wine to consecrate it and start da
n elegant car arrives, comes fast, and suddenly breaks. I hope it's him; by God, it's him. I can
see everyone around me, I look
in? Is i
yer. I brought you some documents." He takes s
s before; also, a marriage certificate duly filled out; besides, he
usness! Why are you doing this to me?" I
o minimize my crying, while
knows what you would do
grandfather of the groom that everyone respected to a point of veneration, seemed to have magical powers be
ter; I don't understand Angelo's reasons for acting this way; I ask you to please excuse me;
f unnatural causes, I would be detained while the guilty parties were determined, and if they did not appear, I would be the mai
"I am not an opportunist,
am only a humble servant,"
seph, asks me to let hi
his, that Angelo will he
ne; the contracted faces and diffuse looks darken the atmosphere. When I look at my parents, they don't deserve this. I have to give them the pride of marrying me on this day, as they expected. Besides all the other things at stake, in the end, what in
o my best to be your best hostess. Please turn the page. Let the joy come. It's a party. Besides, the people in charge of the party also eat, and surely th
e worse than Cain. Each thing I will keep in a chest with which I will break his mother when I can, well, I will be careful no
Don Joseph comes up to me, grabs my el
lease, let's go to the celebration. I would like you to let me accompany you in the car of the newlyweds. I do not want you to look st
ce honors me; it's a pity that Angel
ut of the cradle or was given
coming committee was perplexed, not because of my beauty but because, as Don Joseph predicted, they thought I was my sugar daddy. The party ran in relative calm; I happened to be the clown, and I had to p
me, and the next thing I knew, I was being carried like a baby
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Werewolf
Romance