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Chapter 130

Author: Chloe Laurent
Rosalie's POV

The apartment no longer smelled like an apartment.

It smelled like oil paint and turpentine, with the distinct scent of fresh gesso on canvas. The smell of a working studio. Technically, that wasn't what the apartment was supposed to be, but it was what it had become over the past three weeks. Preparing for the exhibition had consumed every available surface and most of my free time.

The kitchen table was my main workspace. I had pushed the chairs against the wall so I could
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