White Girl Problems
“I was in LOVE. I knew it, but hadn’t said it. Neither had he. He kept torturing me about the ring, but I hadn’t been able to find a way to open it.“HA! I found it!” Jess came running into my room and dove onto the bed. She flashed her iPad at me, showing me my antique ring.“Hey, that’s my ring.”She pressed her lips into a thin line. “Dude, I am so sorry to have to tell you this.”I swallowed hard. “It’s stolen?”She laughed. “No! What? You are so crazy. No, it’s way worse than that.”I gasped, but she cut off my dramatics. “It’s a ring from his family. He had to have put it in that antique shop. It’s worth like half a million dollars but is considered priceless, really. It belonged to the Tudor family, if you can believe it.”I gagged a little bit. “That show with Jonathan Rhys Meyers? With Marie Antoinette?”She laughed again. “Yes and no, dumbass. It’s the one with Jonathan Rhys Meyers, but Marie Antoinette wasn’t in it. It was Anne Boleyn. Good God.”“Whatever.
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