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Chapter Sixty Two

Penulis: Carabella
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I tried again and again and again.

The fabric laid before me, crimson folds staring back. My fingers moved automatically now. It felt like a rhythm—cut, pin, stitch, undo. Every attempt felt close, painfully close, yet still wrong. The line of the bodice wasn’t sharp enough. The drape wasn’t speaking the way I wanted it to. It didn’t feel like me yet.

Hours slipped by without permission. Guila stayed with me, offering quiet suggestions, steady hands when my own trembled. At some point, she sighed and told me she’d go get snacks before I collapsed from frustration. I barely registered her leaving, my mind was too loud.

When the door closed behind her, the silence pressed in.

I stepped away from the table and walked to the window, pressing my palms against the cool glass. Night had fully settled outside, the sky deep and heavy, scattered with faint city lights. I closed my eyes and drew in a slow breath.

Calm down, I told myself.

You’re not failing. You’re learning.

My chest felt tight
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