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Chapter 59: The Real Clara

Author: Ij Gabriel
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-15 13:26:02

Sarra's POV

"I'm sorry I hit you," Clara said, closing the door behind us. "That was wrong."

I touched my cheek, still tender. "It's okay. You were upset—"

"No, it wasn't okay." She sat down in one of the chairs, gesturing for me to do the same. "I've been under so much stress lately. With Ethan, the press, everything. But that's no excuse."

I sat across from her, feeling cautiously hopeful. Maybe we could fix this. Maybe there was a way back to friendship.

"I've been thinking," Clara continued
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