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Dinner with the Devil

Penulis: Tamara Love
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-01 04:07:52

CHAPTER TWELVE

LAUREN’S POV

I picked the restaurant because my parents loved places that made them look expensive.

Of course they were already there before me.

My mother sat with that stiff look on her face like she was the one doing me a favor by breathing the same air. My father was scrolling through his phone, impatient, irritated, probably already deciding how he would blame me for Serena being a selfish disaster.

I slid into the chair across from them and dropped my purse beside me.

My mot
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