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This Dress Makes Me Look Fat," I Told Jasmine As We Stood Near The Back Of The Crowd And Watched The Last Minute Preperations Fall Into Place. She Glanced Over At Me And My Efforts To Rearrange The Folds Of My Long, Gauzy Dress. "your Pregnant," She Stated. "everything's Supposed To Make You Look Fat." I Scowled. "i Think The Correct Reponse Was 'no It Doesn't.

Adrian Gave The Picture A Nod Of Approval Before Handing Me The Phone. "okay, Even I Can Admit That's Pretty Cute." I Found Myself Overanalyzing The Comment. What Had He Meant In Saying 'even He' Could Admit It? That I Was Cute For A Human? Or That I Had Just Met Some Kind Of Adrian Hot-girl Criteria?

Can't You... I Don't. Find A Hobby Or Something?" "being Charming Is My Hobby.

Sitting Beside Abe Was Adrian Ivashkov--my More-or-less Boyfriend. Adrian Was A Royal Moroi--and Another Spirit User Like Lissa. He'd Been Crazy About Me (and Often Just Crazy) Ever Since We First Met

But All I Could See Was Her. No Skill Of Mine, No Artist Anywhere, Could’ve Immortalized How Gorgeous She Was. It Was Impossible To Believe She’d Ever Had Any Doubts About Her Body. The Firelight Shone On Her Skin, Golden And Perfect, Making Her Look Like Some Radiant Goddess Of Legend. I Wanted To Kneel Before Her And Offer Eternal Obedience.