Page 59 of One More Bad Boy

Something had changed.

Stepping into the hallway, I watched as the women grumbled quietly, or openly complained, about their disappointing experience. Someone I didn’t expect to see was leaning against the wall, trying to stay out of the way of the crowd.

Amina.

That girl had spoiled me, then tainted me, with her existence.

Clarity hit me like a truck. I clutched my chest, gripping the door's frame to remain on my feet.Of course, that’s what’s wrong!

Because of her, I'd been unable to see anything but flaws in those other girls. I'd have ignored those tiny things in the past. Now, it was impossible.

I knew what was wrong with the auditions.

What was wrong with everyone else.

None of them were her.

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