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The Fitting Room.

Author: Preshy
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 06:10:02

~ Amara ~

The boutique smelled of lilies and expensive floor wax. It was a scent that usually made me feel like I was intruding on someone else’s life. Today, it felt like a cage. Selene had practically dragged me here, her hand firm on my elbow as she guided me through the glass doors of 'L’Étoile'. She claimed it was for the Moore Family Foundation Gala, an event where my appearance was apparently a matter of national security.

"You really must try this one, Amara," Selene said, her voice dri
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