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Chapter 1: The Innocence of Ria
The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the soft curtains of Ria's bedroom, casting a gentle glow across her sleeping form. As she stirred awake, the light played on her fair skin, making it almost seem to glow. Ria, an 18-year-old schoolgirl from Mauritius, had the kind of beauty that turned heads—though she was blissfully unaware of the effect she had on others. Her long, dark hair fanned out across the pillow, contrasting beautifully with her pale complexion. Slowly, she sat up, her pink lips parting in a small yawn as she rubbed the sleep from her large brown eyes.
Ria rose from her bed and walked over to the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair, the strands slipping through her hands like silk. Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, gazed at her reflection with a mix of curiosity and innocence. She examined herself in the mirror, noting the softness of her pink lips and the gentle curve of her body. Her figure was delicate yet alluring, her breasts full and perky beneath her modest nightgown, her waist slim, and her hips flaring gently—a body that exuded sensuality without her even realizing it.
After a moment, Ria turned away from the mirror and made her way to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower, the warm water flowing over her skin, washing away the last remnants of sleep. She let the water flow over her, feeling it soothe her body and awaken her senses. As she lathered her body with soap, her hands moved slowly over her smooth skin, tracing the curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips. The steam filled the small bathroom, surrounding her in a comforting warmth. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of the water and the smell of the floral-scented soap envelop her. This was her moment of peace before the day began, a brief escape from the
world outside. After rinsing off, she turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping herself in a soft towel. Her skin glistened with moisture as she patted herself dry, her long hair now wet and clinging to her back. She took her time, enjoying the routine that made her feel fresh and ready for the day ahead.
Her school uniform lay neatly folded on a chair beside her bed—a crisp white blouse and a short, pleated skirt. As she dressed, the blouse clung to her figure, emphasising the soft curves of her breasts and the slimness of her waist. The skirt fell just above her knees, swishing lightly with each step she took, revealing glimpses of her smooth, toned legs. Despite the modesty of her uniform, there was an undeniable allure in the way it fit her, the fabric hugging her body in all the right places.
As she slipped into her shoes, Ria took one last look in the mirror, smoothing her skirt and adjusting the collar of her blouse. She wanted to look perfect—for herself, but also for Dylan.
Stepping out of her home, Ria was greeted by the vibrant energy of a typical morning in Quatre Bornes. The town was alive with the sounds of vendors setting up their stalls, the chatter of people heading to work, and the occasional honk of a car horn. The scent of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery filled the air, mingling with the salty breeze that drifted in from the ocean.
Ria walked down the familiar path to the tram station, her mind already drifting to thoughts of Dylan. The streets of Rose-Hill were bustling,
with students in uniforms, workers in business attire, and tourists with cameras. But Ria moved through the crowd with a serene grace, her thoughts focused on the boy who had captured her heart.
Dylan. Just the thought of him made Ria's heart flutter. He was her first love, and she had fallen for him hard. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way his lips curled into a mischievous smile whenever he saw her, that made her feel like she was the only girl in the world.
But as much as she loved Dylan, Ria couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. Dylan was charming, yes, but he was also a bit of a playboy. She knew he had a reputation, but she had convinced herself that she was different, that she was the one who could change him.
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