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Intro. The Pastor’s Daughter. The Choir’s Golden Boy. A Secret That Isn't So Holy.
In the front row of my father’s church, I’m supposed to be the picture of grace. I’m supposed to be listening to the sermon, reflecting on the Word, and setting an example for the congregation. Instead, I’m drowning.
He’s the reason. With the voice of an angel and the wardrobe of a saint, he is the pride of the parish—the perfect gentleman everyone admires. I’ve spent months crushing on him from a distance, intimidated by an intensity I couldn’t quite name. But today, I decided to stop wondering. Today, I asked for his number.
I expected a polite smile. I expected the "good church boy" response.
What I got was a look that would make my father pray for my soul—a sharp, predatory grin that proved his halo is nothing but a clever disguise. Now that I’ve invited him in, I’m realizing that while he sings like heaven, he might just lead me straight to hell.
Evangeline Thorne
@Daniel
Evangeline Thorne
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Intro. The Pastor’s Daughter. The Choir’s Golden Boy. A Secret That Isn't So Holy.
In the front row of my father’s church, I’m supposed to be the picture of grace. I’m supposed to be listening to the sermon, reflecting on the Word, and setting an example for the congregation. Instead, I’m drowning.
He’s the reason. With the voice of an angel and the wardrobe of a saint, he is the pride of the parish—the perfect gentleman everyone admires. I’ve spent months crushing on him from a distance, intimidated by an intensity I couldn’t quite name. But today, I decided to stop wondering. Today, I asked for his number.
I expected a polite smile. I expected the "good church boy" response.
What I got was a look that would make my father pray for my soul—a sharp, predatory grin that proved his halo is nothing but a clever disguise. Now that I’ve invited him in, I’m realizing that while he sings like heaven, he might just lead me straight to hell.
Evangeline Thorne
@Daniel
Evangeline Thorne