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Chapter 6: The Public Performance

Author: Josh OA
last update publish date: 2026-04-09 02:40:23

POV: Lena Moretti

The dress arrived at four in the afternoon. A garment bag hanging on the back of my door with no note attached. I unzipped it and found black silk, floor length, fitted at the waist with a low back that would show my shoulder blades. My exact size. My exact preference for neckline. Either Ezra had incredibly specific taste in women's fashion or someone on his team had done thorough research. Knowing him, it was the research.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror after gett
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