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Chapter: 52

Auteur: Victory Moses
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-13 16:27:15

POV: Where are you?

Thirty minutes later, her phone was buzzing. She sat in the hotel-provided robe, unpinning her hair from all the bobby pins Meredith had put in it. She unlocked her phone and glanced at the torrent of messages from both Nichole and Merlin.

She responded to Merlin with a text to go fuck himself. She ignored Nichole’s call and messages. He had ignored her throughout the hour she’d sat at the table, in the outfit that was only fair.

He hadn’t even told her she looked beautiful
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