When Yvonne Whitfield appeared, everything around me began to change. The man who once admired me as his ideal match declared that he would marry no one but her. My loving parents repeatedly forced me to apologize to her. It was then that I realized: she was the delicate heroine of a romance novel, while I was the arrogant, villainess. Thankfully, once they got together, the novel ended. Everyone finally snapped back to reality.
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