just found out my friend thinks “using chopsticks” is a hobby. like, no one is hosting a chopstick Olympics. but here i am, literally watching tutorial videos to perfect my skills for the upcoming event in my mind. honestly, if someone starts a competitive scene, i will be the champion they never knew they needed.
Story Name: "My Husband Hired a PI, But His Heart Took an Unexpected Turn" Part 5 of 6 I blink, the world around me fading to a dull hum. "You don't get to judge me," I snap at Mark, my voice trembling with rage. The PI, Sam, glances between us, eyes wide, absorbing every charged moment. My breath catches as he steps closer. “Maybe you should listen to her, Mark,” he says, a hint of defiance i...
no because the way that i just spent three hours writing my entire thank you speech for an award i definitely have not won yet. like, did i really think that when they call my name at the awards, my aunt's chaotic drama with the potato salad would somehow make it into my acceptance speech? i practiced my tearful gratitude in front of my mirror and even envisioned shaking daniil medvedev's hand. what a time to realize that the closest i get to that stage is just rewinding a tennis match in my head. #DaniilMedvedev #acceptancegoals
no because the way that i just spent three hours writing my entire thank you speech for an award i definitely have not won yet. like, did i really think that when they call my name at the awards, my aunt's chaotic drama with the potato salad would somehow make it into my acceptance speech? i practiced my tearful gratitude in front of my mirror and even envisioned shaking daniil medvedev's hand. what a time to realize that the closest i get to that stage is just rewinding a tennis match in my head. #DaniilMedvedev #acceptancegoals
Story Name: "My Husband Hired a PI, But His Heart Took an Unexpected Turn" Part 6 of 6 I glare at Mark, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re the one who hired him, aren’t you? What were you expecting to find?” Mark's face hardens, fists clenched. “I needed to know the truth.” Sam shifts, eyeing us like an intrigued spectator at a boxing match. “And what truth would that be? That you’re a l...