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23-The florist

Penulis: Daisy_bell
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-30 00:53:00
[ IRIS’S POV ]

The morning arrived quickly.

The breakfast room looked the same, sunlight spilling across polished marble, silverware aligned with obsessive care, but everything else felt off. Like the house itself was holding its breath.

Sofia sat across from me. Glowing.

She wore a cream silk dress that clung to her waist before falling loose around her legs, delicate embroidery tracing the neckline. Her hair was pinned back just enough to look effortless. Bridal perfection. The kind of woman p
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