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Chapter 16
C H A P T E R 1 6 : V I S I B L E A N D E S S E N T I A L
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Antoine de Saint - Exupery
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“No. I am not.” I pull my hand away from his hold. “You’re lying! I’m Julie Saint Andrews.” I need to make him see that. There are too many people thinking that I’m Juliet. If I start believing them, I will eventually forget who I actually am and I can’t let that happen. “I am not Juliet. You can’t simply come up to me, change my entire identity, and expect me to believe you.”
“Your name was Juliet Mathias, but you changed it after Adam and Katherine St. Matthews adopted you from the orphanage,” Remliel explains. I keep my mouth shut because right now, I don’t know what to say or what to believe. He seems to
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