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Chapter Twelve

Author: Prettyvillan
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-20 17:28:49

HIS PRESENCE.

~LAUREN’S POV~

The rest of the ride was quiet and uncomfortable, broken only by Rosette’s angry looks and Fatimah’s occasional laughter. Lilac sat quietly, avoiding eye contact, but her presence still added to my stress.

I turned my attention to the water, leaning forward against the railing. The sea stretched out endlessly before me, shimmering under the golden sunlight.

Despite the day spiraling from bad to worse, the view was stunning. The salty breeze kissed my skin, and for a moment, the anxiety in my chest eased.

“You should be careful.”

A voice startled me, deep and close, pulling me out of my brief reprieve.

I turned to find Alexandro standing behind me. His phone, the obvious source of his earlier distraction, was nowhere in sight. He looked at me with a casual, unreadable expression that I was beginning to hate.

Right. Him. I’d almost forgotten he was here, which was saying something, considering how impossible it usually was to ignore him.

I should h
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