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The Dressing Room Inquisition

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Chapter 102

The walk from the Grand Ballroom to the master suite felt like a march to the gallows, only the gallows were draped in velvet and smelled of expensive jasmine. Evelyn didn’t let go of my arm; her grip was a steel manacle hidden beneath the grace of a Sterling princess.

Every step we took away from the flashbulbs and the roar of the crowd felt like a step deeper into a trap I had set for myself, one where the walls were slowly closing in.

As we reached the massive mahogany doors of
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