6// class
A hand in mine
my knees shaking with worry
my throat burning with embarrassment
What was I doing here?
Silky dresses enveloped in tuxedos
folded their way out of the lobby
and into it
All casting heinous looks in
my direction
Maybe they knew
maybe they knew I was a dirty rotten whore
even Grayson's smile could not dampen
their judgmental looks
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
