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“Damian, wait!”

“Why? There’s nothing left for me here”

“Yes, there is The will—”

“Is complete trash I should’ve known better than to uprootstate all because of a randoive a da”

“No, you can’t,” I said, inserting myself between him and the door

“Christ, not this again, lady,” he muttered

“Stella”

“I—”

“Don’t care Yes, I know, but we should at least talk about this Kevin wouldn’t just do this without a reason There has to be a deeperto his actions”

“What does ‘I don’t care’ ive a shit about a deeper ”

“Well, I do”

“I know, and I get it You’re sos to riches, but I don’t really give a damn about any of that”

“What? No I don’t care about the money I’m no Cinderella”

“Aren’t you currently on the property of a ly evil-wannabe stepmothers?”

“I, well, yes, but—”

“Cinderstella”

A mixture of Cinderella and Stella

Welp, I hated this guy I also hated how clever the name had been

“That’s not clever,” I lied

“I don’t care, Cinderstella Just move”

I crossed my arms “No Not until we talk”

He cocked an eyebrow “Move, or I’ll relocate you”

“I’m two hundred and twenty-some pounds I doubt you could move me”

“I bench press double your weight in my sleep Trust me, you don’t want to test your theory Now, et pissed, Cinderstella”

“Stop calling me that”

“Stop being that, then”