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Intro. Regina George was not the kind of girl who got arranged into anything. She arranged others. People moved when she spoke, adjusted their tone when she blinked, apologized before she even thought of being offended. That was the natural order of things. So when her mother sat her down one night, voice dripping with that fake calm she used before dropping bombs, Regina already knew something was wrong. “It’s an arrangement,” her mother had said. “A marriage. For both families.” Regina laughed. Loud, disbelieving, beautiful. The kind of laugh that could break glass. “An arranged marriage? What are we, medieval?” But the look in her mother’s eyes told her it wasn’t up for debate. The papers were already in motion. The name was already chosen. Rodrick Heffley. Regina had heard of him—loud, unpolished, a walking bad decision with drumsticks and an ego. The complete opposite of everything she’d built herself

regina george !

@Ilya