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11. Rolph

Author: NoodleMom2021
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2023-08-31 05:12:57

Amara POV

As I sat down at the table, I felt as if the life was being squeezed out of me by the gown. Corsets are out of style these days, but the gowns that are worn are tightly laced in the back, just like a corset would be. I will never understand why any woman would ever wear such a thing.

Sebastian walked in and joined me, sitting at the end of the table, and I was next to him around the corner.

It was silent for the longest time. Mainly because I couldn’t hold enough breath to speak. Th
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