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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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[Teacher] [Lance]

[Emery's POV]

[Teacher]

Alright.

Everything looks good.

I rechecked my appearance once more. A simple white long sleeve button shirt and black pencil cut skirt paired with a deadly three inches stilettoes.

Since I was portraying to be a teacher, I have to look the part.

I bathe for two hours, making sure every part of me was scrubbed and cleaned that even my insides smell like milk.

After that, I was in front of my walk-in closet's full-length mirror ever since. Rechecking my appearance time and time again.

One week had passed since I read Lance's diary. It took a while to processed the papers and other documents and formulated excuses after excuses to my family.

The school agreed to my dema––er . . . 'request' that I would only teach one class per day from Monday to Wednesday because that was my only free time. Not because that is Lance's schedule . . .