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PATIENCE IS REQUIRED

ผู้เขียน: Solyn Aure
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-09-10 02:38:08

NOAH'S POV

I watch her go, her back swaying effortlessly. Aria has always been graceful.

It took her forever to come down. Nearly forty minutes of me pacing, checking on her at some point and she was still in the bathroom.

I really shot myself in the leg with this one.

I look at the layout of the cinema room one last time. The space is completely transformed. I had the staff haul some stuff replacing them with low string lights and candles in glass.

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