chapter twenty two | m a k i n g - i t - u p - t o - h e r

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I left her room, leaving her to get dressed and even though I was reluctant on leaving, I did. Going downstairs I walk around the living room but soon I get bored and head to the kitchen. I look through the fridge felling white hungry since I hadn't eaten anything considering I was a nervous wreck when thinking of her reaction.

But when her eye lit up from seeing the necklace and the bucket full of chocolate was all the reassurance I needed. I might not be fully forgiven and I agree with her but at least I know that I'm half way there.

Honestly, I am feeling kind of nervous for when she meets my parents. They can both be intimidating when they want to be but I just hope they don't treat her like she's nothing. Even if they did, I wouldn't care about their opinions.