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Chapter 25: A Gala II

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Arya went to her old room, pushed the door open and blinked.

"Oh," she muttered, realizing that she had moved rooms. She rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to Juan's room and sank on the bed, quite exhausted from the training.

She wasn't sure when she drifted off to sleep, but a sudden rasp on the door made her groan and open her eyes.

“Arya,” Belle called from outside. “It’s time.”

She got up slowly, slipped her feet into the flats on the floor, and opened the door, rubbing her eyes.

Belle was already fully dressed. Her gown was long and black, smooth down her frame with a slit that stopped just above her thigh. Her hair was in waves, and she held a compact mirror in one hand.

“Took you long enough,” Belle said, closing the mirror and stepping into the room. “You need to shower in, like, two minutes, then sit your butt down. I have work to do on your face.”

Arya didn’t argue. She walked past Belle and headed straight into the bathroom.

By the time she came out, Belle had alr
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