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2025-09-02 03:56:12Sabrina's POV
Time passed imperceptibly. The pile of plates dwindled, the glasses were arranged on the shelf, and the cutlery was neatly placed in the drawer. The kitchen table began to look clean again, restoring the calm that usually only comes after everyone has gone to bed. But this time, I wasn't alone. Nicholas was there, still standing beside me, helping me finish the little things he'd previously neglected."This feels strange, doesn't it?" I muttered, remaining focused.He glanced over briefly. "Why is it strange?"I smiled faintly. "Because we don't usually do simple things like this together."Nicholas didn't answer immediately. There was a moment of silence, and then I heard his sigh. "Maybe it's because I'm too busy with my own things. Sometimes I forget... that the simple things are important too."His words made my chest warm a little. I glanced at him, seeing his serious yet gentle expression. "I think Charlie would
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Sabrina's POV I shook my head at Nicholas, still smiling. “I think you’re far too confident about that idea. A dress isn’t such a simple thing. What if I end up looking ridiculous in it?”“Impossible,” Nicholas replied instantly, his voice steady. “Hazel would never make something that doesn’t suit you. She knows what’s best.”Hazel laughed more freely this time. “Oh my, Nicholas, you haven’t changed at all. You still talk with so much conviction—even when you might not be right.”I laughed along with her and added, “Seems like I need to be careful accepting this offer. Otherwise, I’ll end up being Hazel’s test model.”Hazel arched a playful brow. “Hey, that’s not such a bad idea. In fact, it’d be great. I could try out some new concepts on you. Besides, you’ve got the right posture, Sabrina. Not everyone is willing—or brave enough—to be a ‘living canvas.’”I burst out laughing. “A living canvas? That sounds kind of terrifying.”Nicholas leaned back
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