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Word Count: 100
JILTED AND SCORNED
The four-tiered cake, a culinary masterpiece dripping with elegant flowers graced the table—untouched.
Gretchen stared out the window. “It’s not supposed to be like this.”
What happened to Jared? Why would he abandon her?
Outside a man banged on the door. Dripping hair hung in his dirty face.
Perfect ending to a perfectly horrid day. Damned vagrant.
“Go away!” She hollered.
Her stomach flipflopped. He stumbled through the doorway, spattering her Gucci gown.
“Engine blew—” he sputtered between muddy kisses “—nearly drowned—hiked from—Good God, I love you.”
“Shut up and marry me now.”