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　　TRINITY

　　My life sucks!

　　Let me tell you a brief story of my life. To start, my name is supposed to be Kiera Trinity Mallory, but the registrar might have been cross-eyed or drunk. Now my name is officially registered as Kiara Trinity.

　　Number one. I am the only child of Zoey and Logan Mallory. I always dream of having a sibling, but I didn’t get a chance to have either a brother or a sister. I felt jealous every time I saw my friends with their brothers.

　　Two. I have frizzy red curly hair that looks like orange in the sun and like instant Chinese noodles. I always got bullied when I was a kid because of my hair. No matter how mom tried fixing it with a hundred hair clips, it wouldn’t just stick together. I got plenty of freckles all over my face. I’m sure you know how my face looks like. 

　　My eyes are maybe my best asset—they’re green like a tropical forest, but many girls have green eyes too. Dad loves me so much he calls them emerald. My lips? Just ordinary. Okay, maybe red and full because I have pale skin that makes them stand out? 

　　I’m not tall neither short—just an average, I guess. I lack in chest size, but I don’t have to use the push-up bra that women are using these days to show off cleavage. 

　　So much about my physical appearance. Well, one thing I suck at? Numbers. Who loves numbers, anyway? I hate it because it just gives me a terrible headache at the end of the class.

　　Thank God, I passed and graduated from college with a Business Management major in Finance. Well, I have to shift my love of Art to Finance to prove that I can still function and solve numbers without his help.

　　Don’t raise your brows because I have good eyebrows that my friends envy me for that. Thank God, they’re not red.

　　I was one of the luckiest students to get a full scholarship sponsored by Hughes Industries. Though my parents work with them until now, I do believe that I still deserve the Scholarship program. 

　　Another suck—my best friend since grades school hates me to death. He broke my heart, and I cried for months. Not only because he hates me, but because he’s been my crush since I learned how to walk. Funny, right? 

　　I never had a boyfriend until my senior year in college. Well, that was a year ago. I met Oli, and we clicked right away like jigsaw puzzles until he asked me out. 

　　Everything was perfect. We laughed, we fought, we reconciled, and we made love. He was so perfect. He was caring, loving, and thoughtful until he proposed. Did I say yes? Of course, I loved him, and he was my first boyfriend and everything, but he was not my first kiss.

　　But like I said before, life sucks! I found out that he was suffering from leukemia. No matter how I cried my eyes out every day and night, nothing is going to change the fact that he is dying. 

　　Oli died six months ago when we were about to set a date for our wedding. See? Fate is just playing with me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate my life. 

　　I’ve got great parents and great best friends. I love them so much. But my life is about to be doomed when I heard a month ago that Mr. Peter Williams is retiring. I’ve been working with him as his assistance since I started my internship. I’m about to get a real position in the finance department at Hughes Industries.

　　“K! Sorry, I’m late.” My head snaps to the brunette five foot eight inches gorgeous woman wearing a light pink Dior dress, blue Louboutin stilettos with her blue Manolo Blahnik clutch bag. I stand from the chair to meet her.

　　“It’s just like two minutes and twenty seconds, Lizzy,” I say after our girly kisses. Did I mention who Lizzy is? The heiress of Hughes. Well, she’s the boss’s daughter. She runs the marketing and advertising department and my ex-best friend’s big sister. 

　　“Where’s Saph?” she asks, sitting across the table.

　　I notice her driver/bodyguard always on full alert like one of the Men in Black agents. 

　　“She texted me half hour ago. She said she’s on her way.”

　　Lizzy chuckles. “Maybe she fought with her twin again. I heard from uncle Phoenix that Xandry doesn’t like Matt.”

　　“Oh, I don’t like him too, but who am I to judge. Saph likes him, though.” I sip the caramel Frappuccino that I ordered while waiting for Lizzy to arrive.

　　“I don’t think Saph is serious with him. You know her. She has a thing with bad boys, and he isn’t one of those,” Lizzy replies, then she looks at me as if she wants to say something.

　　“What?” I ask.

　　“You know he’s coming back, right?” I freeze in my seat. I feel my surrounding is suddenly getting smaller. I feel claustrophobic, and I shiver as if I just soak into a tub full of ice water. I nod slowly.

　　“I’m sorry, K,” she says sincerely, reaching out for my hand.