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CHAPTER 31

Angelina's pov

The maid came for me as he said.

She handed me a purple gown that was a bit on the short side, but free enough that I didn't feel like I was wearing a gown at all. I didn't feel like an adult in it, I felt young and free and I wondered if Winston had known this gown would give me that feeling.

Sincerely everything about his actions managed to fascinate me in one way or the other.

The maid walked at a brisk pace like she had other things she needed to attend to other than taking me to the dungeons. I'm guessing she did, they probably all had some extra work to attend to, unlike a certain someone I knew who was going to visit her father who was in the dungeons.

Winston seemed thoroughly convinced of the fact that my father had something to do with the killing of his.

What did he call her again? His wife said my father killed someone. I don't even want to think of it, I don't like the notion of my father being a killer.

Maybe he was defending himself or he had to pull that
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