Hey everyone, this is a throwaway for obvious reasons. Names have been changed to protect those involved – myself included. For anyone just wanting to find the good parts, skip to the *****, because there’s a LOT of background here.
Nicole had the power to control every room she’ll ever walk into, she just didn’t know it. Her natural strawberry-blonde hair shone brightly in the light and intrigued in the dark, and her dazzling eyes stole the show time and time again. They were a bluish gray, the color you’d see on a foggy morning on the water. At 5’7 and 120 pounds, she had the build of an athlete, but she never played a sport. Stephanie was just naturally gorgeous in every sense of the word, her beauty effortless.
At 21 years old, Nicole had been through the ringer. Her dad died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by a single mother – someone who was precisely the opposite of a stable role model. Her taste in men was terrible, leaving a carousel of people coming in and out of the house. Some were nice. Others weren’t.