As they headed back to the main house, Michael mentioned the subject of marriage, and asked Maris if she would consider the idea once they got back from Paris. "You don't have to give me your answer right now, it was just a thought that crossed my mind," Michael replied, "but I'm not going push you". Maris started to take into consideration in regards to Michael's marriage proposal, so she told him she would give it some thought and she'll give him his answer once they got back from their trip. "Honey, bạn have know idea how happy you've made me these last three weeks. You've been so good to me, and there's nothing I would like thêm in this whole world just to be your; in addition to spending the rest of my life with you, Michael," she replied, "for right now, let's just focus on this time we have together". Michael was in agreement to what she told, so he decided leave the subject of marriage on the back burner for the time being.
Once they arrived back at the main house, Michael and Maris went upstairs to take a vòi hoa sen and wash their hair. Michael allowed Maris to take her vòi hoa sen because he was in no hurry to head back to the office, and Gladys alongside Quantrell are holding down the at the company; in addition, to knowing he could count on them. "Okay", Maris replied, and she went into the bathroom to to take her vòi hoa sen while he sat down the giường while drying his long ebony tresses with the towel trying to squeeze the rest of the water of it. "By the way," he he hollered, "the shampoo is on the shelf inside the the vòi hoa sen stall if bạn want to wash your hair".
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.
If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.
I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.
If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.
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