Bella, in return, rolled her eyes. What was it with men and their nicknames for women? Was it a Ben-Arthur Pettigrew thing they had going on? Were they secret codes? If so, why did they refer to her as that... while she was right there? It didn't matter, she quickly decided, and redirected her attention to his actual point.

"My life may not be a storybook," she cast, taking another sip. "but they're good representations of how society feels. The only way I'd end in a storybook is if my story was used to show what happened to girls who disobey their parents."

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