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CHAPTER SIX: Rooftop dinner

Author: DIAMONDLEE
last update publish date: 2026-05-15 23:53:19

DAVINA

I had barely finished towel-drying my hair when the doorbell rang.

Frowning, I tightened my robe. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Marcy was out of town for the weekend, and I had made zero plans. The entire day had been carved out for me, my couch, an endless romcom queue, and enough snacks to ruin any hope of a flat stomach.

Still, the bell rang again.

I padded to the door, peeped through the keyhole, but no one was there. The hallway looked deserted. Paranoia prickled down my spine. I crac
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